So I'm thinking about death, and I'm thinking I don't like to think about it.
I read the obituaries in the paper occasionally , morbid curiosity I guess.
You see someone who died at 95, you think "lived a good long life", and are fairly comfortable learning of their death. You see someone who died at 25 and think "how sad, died so young". And are pissed about the cruel, and unfairness of a life cut short.
But, what if that 95 year old had been miserable since he (she) was 20, and that their life has been a living hell for the last 75 years.
And the 25 year old never had a bad day, and was having the time of his (her) life, and in fact died while having an orgasm during sex in free fall, with their beautiful skydiving instructor.
So I'm thinking, I'm somewhere in age, near the difference in those two hypothetical examples.
If I were on my death bed, or facing my immanent demise, how would I sum up my life?
While my life, so far, certainly hasn't been unhappy or miserable. And I have very few regrets.
But considering the clock ticking, I should get busy and rack up some more fun, and joy! Time's a wastin!
