I've come to realize that life is temporary. I mean: everything. I go through cycles where I buy stuff, then throw it away or donate it. Then buy new shit, use it, get rid of it. I can remember my most prized possessions - the stuff I put so much heart into. Gone.
Then I think of those people who I've shared snippets of life with - the hysterics, the laughs, the bad times... the times I felt like punching them in the face. Gone.
And finally I think of my own life. My pending demise... the short time I have here to do - what? I'm not sure. I know it's gonna happen - leave this Earth - whether it be tomorrow of in 50 years. So, with that in mind, I don't take any of this for granted. I use my time to focus on what's important to me: my wife, my current friends and family, my pets, my riding. My job? I've come to understand what my "career" means to me. Not much.
I am so grateful for all of it. I know that it all just comes, stamps a memory, and then is gone.