We’re going to die. You’re going to die. I’m going to die. I remembered again as I was leaving the soccer field tonight. I saw a man get off the bus. He was wearing slacks and sunglasses, headphones in his ears, the takes-himself-seriously type. Probably coming home from the office. I just so happen to not be working right now, but I’ve done some time. I know what it’s like. The office isn’t the only place to waste your life though. You know what? Forget I said anything about the office. It’s not about Mr. Sunglasses-Even-Though-The-Sun’s-Down. It’s about dying. It’s about living before judgment day, flat line, termination, the end, eternal darkness, the great beyond. Okay, here it is. Just imagine it. Imagine dying. Seriously sit down and comprehend that you will leave and not come back. What would you miss the most? I think about my senses. I would just want to see the sky, hear voices, smell cut grass. I wouldn’t even care if they were pleasant senses. If I was dead, I would take anything. See a white wall, hear a faucet drip, smell smoke. Gosh, it’s really crazy. I’m not getting it here. I’ll have to come back and try again, But seriously, if you’re reading this, remember that you’re going to die, and then live like it!