Lately, I can’t stop thinking about my future. How many more days do I have left? Will the day that I die be anything interesting? When I wake up will it be a normal day? Will it be a long time from now? Will it be tomorrow?

Will I have completed most of my goals by then? How many regrets will I have on opportunities that I’ve passed up on?

How many people would legitimately mourn my death? Maybe people that I hold close, or maybe people that I haven’t that wished that we had shared bigger parts of our lives together, and then they can carry on that regret of passed up opportunities.

I was laying in bed this morning, in that half-awake-like & still sortofdreamingstate, and these were the questions floating by.

Death is such an intriguing thing to wonder about. The unknown. Our most valuable keepsake - an intangible thing, the consciousness that keeps us bound to our body - our lives, being ripped away. Near without warning.