The recent passing of a colleague shook me. Though we didn’t work closely, our interactions were always pleasant. His death at such a young age was a tragedy.

It was yet another reminder of how fragile and short life is.

I’m nearing the age where my passing wouldn’t be considered a tragedy anymore. But I don’t want to be remembered that way. If something were to happen, I’d want people to already say, “He had one hell of a ride.”

I want to find the balance between living responsibly and truly enjoying life.

I don’t want to wait until it’s too late.