in reply to @mikaylar Seriously? The point is that life is short and so many things are unexpected, which is why I wake up each day with an abundance of gratitude. Every morning, "I got another day, someone else did not, there are people who would give their right arm to have what I have: running water, electricity, food, a roof over my head, friends who care about me...? I have a huge print on my wall that says, "NOTHING FOR GRANTED."
My mother used to tell me that there are no promises in life, and she was right. When I was with her when she was diagnosed with those multiple brain tumors, and the doctor told her she had 6 weeks to live, her response was, "well, I could step off a curb tomorrow and get hit by a car."
Life is what you make it, and only you have the power to make it the way you want.
We all suffer, we are all imperfect, we all have to rise above all the crap in this world and figure out a way to make it work for each of us. I have found what works for me. I may be dying, but I know I am going to die a very happy person, my body will go to science so they can figure out what was wrong with me and perhaps help others, and the only organ they can transplant are my corneas if they will allow someone to see. Afterall, I am an artist.

I did not mean to post the Carl Jung "afternoon of life" in an attempt to make anyone feel bad, I was simply posting it to point out that life is so unpredictable. Here is an example:

Yesterday morning I woke up at 0600 and looked at my voicemail and saw a message from the woman I take care of everyday. The message had been left at 1 am, and said the following, "Hi dear, I just fell and hit my head and I am seeing double, can you please call me in the morning to check on me? Sorry to bother you." I ran over to her apartment, imagining the worst possible outcome, but alas, she was alive. Startled because I woke her up, performed all these neurological tests that I could recall from a visit after I hit my own head on multiple occasions. She has a cracked rib but refuses to go to the doctor. I went to her apartment a total of 4 times yesterday and got home late last night. As a result of this terrible fall she is FINALLY using her walker. So, I guess it took her to have a terrible fall to understand that she needs the walker. This is my point, no guarantees, Each day is a gift.

Think about it. You only have to turn on the news at night and you see how short life is, front and center. Those folks in the Northeast whose car flew down an embankment during a catastrophic 100 year flood and killing them, may have just had a morning coffee and planning to go buy holiday gifts, but for whatever reason, they were swept away into the "outer limits." Now do you understand?