People who know they’re going to die soon, are people with some of the craziest, busiest, happiest lives.
They have every reason to be that: they could, after all, die unhappy of a wasted minute.
They’re so busy doing things they wanted to, saying things they wanted to, making trips and learning music and searching for long lost friends, that they don’t realize how much they’ve lived in their few counted days.
What’s sad is people who are still in the dark about their deadline. People who live with the belief that they have a long life to plan for, to secure, to fear for.
And in the process, forget to make trips, to learn music, and keep in touch with long lost friends. And forget, that they might never be lucky enough to know their deadline in advance.
And when it comes, we would die unhappy of unthinkably too many wasted minutes.