According to deathclock.com I have somewhere just over 276 million seconds to live. (This authoritative, sublimely confident number of seconds was apparently derived from my birthdate, BMI [standing for Beautiful Male Insouciance,] gender and smoking habits.) That's another 8.75 years, gaze on it ye mighty and despair.
Absent from the calculations were my country of residence (a long-lived one), proximity to landmines (not very proximal to the best of my knowledge), drinking habits (a serious omission on deathclock.com's part) and marital status (M, if it matters. But but very, very M.)
Absent from the calculations were my country of residence (a long-lived one), proximity to landmines (not very proximal to the best of my knowledge), drinking habits (a serious omission on deathclock.com's part) and marital status (M, if it matters. But but very, very M.)
I never feared death until I had children, at which point I feared their deaths and they, as they got old enough to consider it, feared not their own deaths but mine.
Death is to be treated very very lightly unless it's someone else's death.
It's gonna be a great 276 million seconds. And then some.
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According to deathclock.com, I have a whole bunch of seconds left to live equalling another 34.75 years. This means I will die just short of seventy. Sitting here at 33, that doesn't seem quite long enough but is far enough in the future that I don't feel overly nervous about it.
However, I was aware of the seconds ticking away while I was on the deathclock.com site. Those are MY seconds leaving. Mine! And I am HERE. This is not how I want to spend these rapidly fleeing seconds.
Interesting, that.
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