My dad has a great philosophy about death. It goes something like this:
“Don’t worry about dying. Death’s gonna take care of itself. Always has, always will. Just worry about living.”
I’m not sure if he adopted that philosophy from someone else or embraced it through life experience. Either way, it’s a concept I’ve lived by for many years.
When learning of someone’s death, my dad’s response is mostly a positive one.
“Ahh, he had a good run.”
I choose to live my life to its fullest. In the end, my time on earth will have been well worth it. I apologize to no one.
How’s your life going?
Time is passing, my friend. You don’t get a second ride.