Death has become a much more present companion of late. Maybe it was the deaths of multiple family members over the last few years, maybe the global pandemic, or even me getting to what most people see as the downhill side of the hill of life.
I have always considered death as a companion on the road, that can show up at any time. I think maybe when we start thinking overmuch on the end it may be because we feel that the story so far has not been a good enough one. I don't know if I need a second chapter twist or a quiet evaluation of my goals. Option two is probably better, since blowing up your life may be exciting it is also not really all that much fun or healthy.
Learning to make steady, consistent steps and work hard is probably going to be more useful.
