It is humourous that I plan my life is expecting it to go my way. Isn't it? Death is walking beside me and you wherever we go. It's as if it has cushioned soles that we are so unaware of its presence. You might be wondering why such a dark cloud all of the sudden. The reason being is the life I so appreciate and cherish may not be here in the next week, month, or year. This trail of thought leads me to peer in the current running of my life river and helps me understand it will dry out one day.

This reflection leads me to be ever more grateful to be alive at the writing of this post. These thoughts of understanding of my mortality harness the ability to want to be present with people who cross my path. 

One of my running joke with one of my close friend is that most of the people I spend a lot with are twice my age. One question that will bubble up to the surface is if time went by quick for them. All of them say yes. If that's the case, I want to live a life as if I have cancer. No matter how much modern medicine may extend my life, it will only be a question of time before the mutated cells take over. 

Barnaby Alkire