Why I Read Obituaries

Who knows how long we are blessed to live? ...Even the longest life is a relatively short ride. ...And before we know it, each of us must end up as dust. The bricklayer. The street sweeper. And the firefighter, poet and astronaut. Life is a fleeting ride. May you never wait to completely embrace it. I wish that you always keep what’s most essential to a soaring, gorgeous and well-led life at the center of your focus. So your mornings, days and nights are built around what matters. Not seducti...