My brother recently told me that if he dies when Dad did, that he is currently middle age. He’s 23. He assured me it’s not a morbid thought, but actually quite thrilling.
I think he’s on to something.
Who said 45 was middle age? As if the majority of the population will live to see their ninetyth birthday. It’s ridiculous and not realistic.
If you live like you’ve got less days in front of you than you have behind you, how would you live differently?
How would you spend your time?
How would you measure your success in life?
Have you started your bucket list yet? Or are you saving that for your retirement, that you may never see.
I agree with my wise brother.
This isn’t morbid.
It’s ‘go getting’
It’s the orange juice of life.
I wonder how you’ll live the rest of your days?
Counting it down? Or living it up?