Directly, this is what I've been thinking about. None of us know how much time we are given, that's for sure, and although there are many medical advances, the truth of life is that we all must go, sooner or later, or as my doctor calls it: new people every hundred years.
But it makes me think that if you live the life you have, not the life you would like or want, then I think you should be all right. That's what I try to do. Appreciate the moment, live it, and hope for another try the next day.
One model at a time, one day at a time . . . it's the journey of it all.
Gee, I think I've been spending too much time waxing poetic all these years!