It doesn’t matter who you are or how many things you have left to be done, somewhere there is someone who would kill you for a thousand dollars or for a vile of crack or for getting in their way. A car could hit you in an intersection and drive your teeth back into your skull.
Its a fun question to say “What would I change about my life if the doctor told me I had cancer?” And then we go “Well thank God I don’t have cancer.” We do. That death sentence has already been decreed. Every second probability is eating away at the chances that you’ll be alive tomorrow; something is coming and you’ll never be able to stop it. All I have is to be ready for when that day comes–to be able to say “I would have liked to go a little longer, but this works too.”
