I'm in my forties and have watched a few friends die slowly from cancer, and others die suddenly in car crashes.
During COVID, working from home in my dimly-lit basement during perpetual grey days, doing my bureaucratic middle management job, I kept thinking: I can't die like this.
My wife and I both quit our jobs and are on a sabbatical. It's glorious. Every day is sunny.
Now I'm mid deep contemplation about my next job and how I can find something that motivates me and fills me with happiness even if it's for less money.
Tomorrow is not guaranteed. Don't forget to act on that, everyone.