Not being gloomy here, but according to the death clock, I’ve got 24 Christmases left.
24 Valentines with the missus.
24 summer vacays.
24 NYE fireworks and champers.
And with that in mind, it makes no sense for me to play safe, small or otherwise while away the hours.
My work here, and my legacy, is too urgent and important to leave to chance.
Run the clock for yourself and tell me how it makes you feel, seeing THE number.
Love you lots