Today I was reminded of my own mortality from the death of my husband's friend. She was in her mid-20s, in school, healthy, and the last person you'd expect to find out passed away.
Our lives are ephemeral. I am young, fit, and healthy--the probability game says yep, things are going to be fine for a while. And they most likely will be. But walking across the street, going taking the short cut home, or just not taking care of yourself and getting sick can just erase you from this world.
I went running today, and had a serious over-production of saliva, so I spit into the Charles from the bridge above. I could see it fall into the river, and stay there, then diffuse over about 30 seconds, and I thought it was very pretty. I got home and found out a friend had passed away, and oddly I thought of the spit.
We are here for a short while, probably 60-70 years, but who knows? My goal is to make sure I'm happy for those days, as many of them as I can. I cannot view my life as on hold simply because I'm in school, or I'm busy, or anything. Life has started, life is now, and I can't ever get that back.
I hope that she will rest in peace, that she had happy thoughts, and happy moments. That she loved and lived. She reminded me to live my life, and I hope hers was fan-fucking-tastic. RIP.