Turn Off The Timer

A very dear friend of mine was given a timer by his doctor. Three months to five years, he was told. I suppose in theory that gives you time to put your affairs in order. 

 

But who wants order. Imagine getting to your last day, looking back and only having memories of organizing your life. Or getting to a time when your body stops working at the same time you feel you finally have time to do something. 

Now is the time for living, for doing.  If someone is inconvenienced because you didn't plan well, so be it. I'm sure they will never look back on the time you spent together and wish that it was spent putting your affairs in order.