I feel that this moment is the only life I'll ever have.
The "me" of yesterday or twenty years ago is gone, absent.
So, while I may not have been aware of it, I have been constantly dying away.
Every blade of grass is, in its way, momentarily significant, and so am I.
And eventually our moments are gone.
We won't be worrying about it then and perhaps we can best not worry about it now.
This could be my last moment! I don't want to miss it!