Dying Slow

Rain makes me think about things. Today, it made me think about something that is always looming in the back of my mind.

Every single day you live, you are closer to your impending death.


Besides the obvious morbidity of the sentence, it made me think of something else. You really can't bide your time waiting for things to happen. You are only given so many years on this place called Earth, and you will never know if today is your last. Although this is clearly an overused statement, and maybe even a platitude, it still made me realize something.

Eloise, of Eloise in the Plaza, is a freaking beast. She takes life by the horns and just goes. I have decided that I need to be more like her. She may be officious, but at least she knows what she wants. And by golly, she goes after it. From now on, I'm going for what I want. After all, I'm only that much closer to dying anyway.