If I was given six months left to live, I would start my journey to peace. Peace is a goal that many people have, especially the elderly around us. It is hard to finally have time for yourself, relax, and know that you're going to be okay in the end. I think I would stop running from stillness. I would sit with my thoughts instead of distracting myself with noise or overthinking about what comes next. I would spend more time with the people who made me, me. I am young, only seventeen and graduated early, working, planning my future, always thinking about what I need to accomplish. If my time became limited, I would care less about proving myself and more about loving loudly. Instead of constantly trying to prepare for my future, knowing it wouldn't be very long, I would take pictures, write letters, record videos, and say the things we usually wait too long to say. I remember reading "The Last Lecture" by Randy Pausch, an excellent professor dying from cancer. He measured his life not in years left, but in moments that mattered. I would begin to choose moments and people around me that matter most. I would also become disciplined in a different way. Not discipline to impress anyone, but discipline to live intentionally. I would wake up early, move my body, journal, and “just do it.” No more second guessing. If I want to write music, I would record it. If I want to apply for a new job, I would apply. If I want to tell someone how I feel, I would say it. Six months would teach me what most people learn too late: life is fragile, but it is also mine. So I would live it boldly, peacefully, and on purpose.