I haven’t experienced anything recently that has reminded me of my mortality. This isn’t about death; it’s about me trying to learn more about life. Right now, the love of my life is snoring peacefully behind me as my eyes hurt, and my feet are a little cold; these are minor details, but it’s my life at the given time and moment. When I’m done, I may rush to make to-do lists, categorize my day in my head, decide who to write home to, tell myself I’ll use spring break to get ahead in classes, decide on whether I should get dressed now or try to cuddle, blah blah blah… or  just sit still. Maybe I will engage in personal gratifying activities like counting my scars, playing in my hair, picking my nose, or in other words, I’d really like to just live my life. I don’t wish to spend all my time planning my life because anything can happen and in all reality, I can do anything at any given time because I don’t live my life based on a schedule. I know I sound like a damn self-help book… but whatever! I am the only one capable of writing a book about how to help myself. I have to live my life, learn from my own mistakes, make my own judgments, and do what I want to do because in the end no one else is capable of living my life… just ME.