We could all be gone by this time tomorrow. Or even just one of us and that would irrevocably alter everything too. We could wake up tomorrow and one of us or all of us could be gone and what does that mean? It means that all kinds of things could go unspoken. Things might be unresolved. Debts unpaid. Debts uncollected.

Debts absolved. That’s a big one.

If you’re not living every day with this in mind then you’re not really living at all. That’s my Argument of the Day. If you’re not living every day like it’s your last then you’re basically a houseplant. Change my mind.

I’m not saying you need a bucket list. I never understood that either. If you need to climb a mountain or jump out of a fucking airplane to feel alive then you’re missing some pretty big things in your day to day. Getting your first cup of coffee of the day or seeing your dog look at you like no other being looks at you should feel like jumping out of a plane. That’s what I’m saying.

We could all be fucking dead tomorrow. Just dead. Respect that.

My stepfather is really old and has been sick. I don’t know if anyone has ever asked him if there’s anything he would have liked to do before his time is up. I don’t know if anyone has ever asked him what his greatest joy has been or if he has any regrets. Lots of people have spoken for him and taken guesses but as far as I know, nobody has ever asked him.

And still, I may go before he does, so that’s something to keep in mind. (Nobody as asked me those questions either, by the way.) The old man on his fourth bout with cancer could outlast me. No reason at all to rule that out, considering.

Anyway… change my mind.