I know this isn't really a healthy outlook. I know it's better to embrace good things for what they are and be grateful. I am grateful for a streak of good luck or when life just seems to rolling uphill, but there's a small part of me that wants to know how long it will last........
No one knows what the future holds or how long we have. Maybe not knowing makes sense. Why would we want all the pages of the story of our lives before we've been through the whole book?
I often think of what would be going through my head during the last moments of my life. I would want my family, friends and the Observer to know that I love them. Maybe I would regret obsessing over money and my weight and wish I had enjoyed my time while I had it. Maybe we can't stop storm clouds from forming, but we can appreciate warmth and brightness when it's here.