life is too short

i was talking with a friend the other day, and she said this. and it is so true. except people don't think about it. they act as if they had their entire lives to do or say stuff, but really, we could all die tomorrow. don't get me wrong, i was like that. but my mother's death has, i think, put things into perspective for me. i try to live not as if i was going to die tomorrow but with the idea that if i did, i wouldn't regret (not) having said/done whatever it was i should (not) have said/done... so that no matter what, i know that i gave it a go. some people think i'm unbelievably frank about things most people would rather not discuss or even mention but the way i see it, it saves time. it might be hugely embarrassing, but embarrassment is short-lived, especially if you've made it a point not to care about it. it can also be painful, but again, i'd rather know something wasn't going to happen, or that something was over, so that i can then move on to the next thing. or that something was going to happen and stop being on edge all the time.