Life is short. Living is dangerous. We are fragile.I'm not really worried about dying anytime soon, and I really don't want to sound morbid, but the above is the realization I've recently reached. However, instead of making me depressed, I view it as inspiring. Because, knowing that it is truth, I'm reminded that I need to do more than just metabolize oxygen and sugar. I need to get out and LIVE. I need to spend more time fishing with my brother and my dad, and worry less about my own mortality.
And that, I'm realizing, is a refreshing freedom.