They told me life was short. It's not that I didn't believe them. It just didn't seem to matter. Then pets died. They killed my heroes. War raged. When my grandmother passed away it all began to really mean something to me. My mom left me a couple of years ago and now I'm obsessed with just how brief the whole ride is. And that's from me- an old guy who has already lived a long life.
What about the love that you bungled, the hurt that you caused? What about everything that you started and never finished?
As usual, I should have listened.
Love with all your heart, every chance you get.