I am born when I wake up in the morning

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.