Sometimes I say things like “I can’t believe I wasted two hours of my life on that stupid movie/show/conversation/task.” I know it almost sounds too self-important. It’s not. It’s just because of something I read years and years ago that always stayed with me – an interview/article on Paulo Coelho where he was talking about Death. He said that he thinks of Death as a beautiful woman in black sitting right next to him at every single moment in his life. She’s right there, waiting. And he has no idea when and where she will extend her hand to him with a smile, and ask him to go along with her. And just that thought makes it enough for him to live each moment fully, to appreciate all that is around him, his life, his people, the love he has for them, the love they have for him. He’s very careful about what he does with his time and who he does it with, because he knows he doesn’t have all the time in the world as he may want to believe he does. He knows that Death will smile at him one day and say, come with me, your time here is done. And he will have to go.