Living on Borrowed Time

I’m not dying (well we all are, albeit slowly)but I have this sense of impending doom looming over me. Maybe it’s the world falling apart with a war in Ukraine, maybe it’s the existential threat of climate change. However, if we’re all going to die anyways why not work a little harder, hang out a little more with friends and family, or have a little more fun.

What I’m trying to grapple with is the idea that we allow some things to be more important than others. And often times it’s not with the things that truly matter most.