1:30am, drifting back and forth between this world and the other one, I'm suddenly acutely aware that I am going to die, and I have 40 or so years, tops, to accomplish everything I want to do. This happens a lot, that flash of urgent panic that accompanies an unexpected, clear grasp of mortality. Must sleep, I am going to die, I have a world of things to do.
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I have those moments of panic quite often. I'm usually able to ease the panic with liquor - specifically, rum.
Ah, rum, the benefactor of so many happy memories.
Still, coffin dodging gives one's work a bit of urgency.
Too true, too true.
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