In my day-to-day life it’s really easy for me to forget just how fragile it is. I’m not surrounded by death very much but when it rears it dark head it always brings the same fact into sharp focus. Life is short and you don’t get a do-over.
It was two people that I had known years ago that had passed. Even though it had been more than 10–maybe 15–years since I had seen them, I still had to stop and reflect on the fact that they were gone. My girls were there playing in the same room and I couldn’t help but think about the kind of life I was modeling to them.
Introspection is kind of my jam, though. I do it a lot.
The catch in all of this, however, is not to forget that life is short; to remember each day, whether adventurous or mundane, is a gift.
So that’s what I’m thinking about today. How do you make the most of life? How do you avoid deathbed regrets? How can you leave behind an important and impactful legacy?