I think about death all the time.
stoically, not… morbidly (most days at least)
it’s the reason I write the daily countdown at the end of every picking,
a reminder to myself (and now, you) to live every day as if it’s your last day on earth,
one day that will be true.
we were squeezed into existence by a flicker of chance,
on a land that offered us everything…
to wake up breathing the same air you went to sleep with, is a gift beyond human comprehension,
and so I feel compelled, every day, to make the most of it.
Derek Sivers said it so well:
“A lot of people die with things still inside of them.”
I want to go as far as my legs will take me,
think as deeply as my experiences will allow me,
and create until there’s nothing else to give it.
I want to die empty.
today is day 201 of the year, there are 164 days remaining of 2022.
