Live

Live life like it's the last day, every day. I know, a cliche, but for some people it is true. Like the father of a friend, who died yesterday. Not even 70. Boom, gone like that.

I feel anger when these things happen. People should not be allowed to die, until you're ready to let them go. Period. Irrational feeling I know, but still.

So, better not leave things unsaid. One day it'll be too late. Death is kind of final.