i have a weird relationship with death. Partly by choice, partly by chance, i lost the feeling of youthful invincibility pretty young and fast; i started medical school at 18 (Europe) and got my skydiving license around the same time. About 3 years later, i was deep in BASE/Skydiving and got into my role working in healthcare. Around the same time, i experienced some SERIOUS health problems for the first time. My usually tame Crohn’s turned into an ileus and months spent in the hospital. That, being confronted with mortality in healthcare plus witnessing someone go in at terminal velocity and no deployed canopy fucked me up bad. Still working on myself and the aftermath of the following existential crisis. Life is weird.