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Today, I saw a newly killed squirrel lying in the road. I imagined the running, gathering, seeming happy existence of squirrels. I wonder if we have overemphasized and fear death far too much.
Could that be because we think about it far too much or refuse to realize we have no more control of when it might happen than squirrels?
If this is the last second you have any guarantee of,
and IT IS,
does everyone you care about know the depth of your feelings for them?
Is it worth the risk?
If you imagine that you are dead, just for a moment now, see if anything you are worried about really makes any real difference.
What are your spending your time on today?