Hey Matt
I bet you’re surprised to see this. Maybe not. I dunno. It doesn’t matter. Listen, lately I’ve been around a lot of tragedy and pain and old folks (who’re living embodiments of tragedy and pain); and you could say it’s given me some perspective on life. It’s gotten me thinking – you know what? Everyone gets sick. Everybody ends the same way. If I’m going to go tomorrow, I’d rather not go hard into the night wondering “Whatever happened to that feller I used to know?” Would I come back from the dead, a spirit weighed down by chains of regret? Would I moan guilt in dark loneliness, a mongol Jacob Marley, cooked books and broken promises heavy at the end of my shackles? I don’t know. I’d rather not find out when it’s too late.
