I've also been thinking of mortality, spurred by the deaths of a few people I know from work.
When we're young, we seem to live under the illusion life in endless. We are aware we are going to die, but it seems so far away. If we were told we only have 10 years to live, it would be different.
I was reading the blog of a man who retired and died shortly after. It was so unnerving. In one of his last posts, he wrote about how retirement is great, and that unlike vacations, he doesn't have this constant feeling of time running out. He had plans to do so many things.
And a few months later he was dead.
Books. Movies. TV series. p*rn. Sunshine. Music. Pizza. HairLossTalk.com. Travel. Walking. Shopping. Fruits. Chocolate. Petting dogs/cats. I will miss it.