Yes, indeed it is. Whenever I start dwelling on this, a palpable sense of dread begins to creep in.
I’m not ready for it to end yet, I think. I’ve still got shit to do!
And yet, the clock keeps winding down. My story will end just like yours and every other goddamn living thing on this planet.
So how do you square that circle? How do you make peace with your inevitable demise? With all the wasted time you could’ve been doing something meaningful?
Well, hold on Kemosabe. You’re still breathing, so it ain’t over yet.
Wipe the flop-sweat off your brow and get back to it.
There’s still time left on the clock.