For 24 hours to grow, I'd practice radical honesty with my close friends and family, as I sometimes do already. Rather than keeping any problems to myself I'd tell them. Not quite 3 years ago, I had an experience where I nearly died, and once I was out of the hospital I chose to share some things with my dad that I thought I'd take to my grave. It helped.
And on a lighter side, a few weeks ago I was at a beach party with most of my closest friends. One I'd developed feelings for last year before realizing she only dated women. At that point I dropped any ideas of being anything but a friend, but at the beach trip I finally told her how I'd felt, as we'd been opening up about a lot of things.
She was flattered, thanked me, and we ended up kissing, then held each other quite a bit for the rest of the weekend. Holding her brought tears to my eyes because I'd never expected any of that. It was very freeing, and now I feel we're even better friends.
Now if I had 24 hours left to live, I'd spend them as I do most every Thursday already: playing with friends. Talking, tickling, massaging, climbing trees, and just enjoying each other.
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