It is quite a sobering thought, calculating ones life. The knowledge that if all goes to plan you only have fifty, maybe sixty years left on this earth. I know that contemplating your mortality can be frightening, maybe paralyzing. This glimmer of a life comes and goes like a faint breath compared to the vast history of the universe. Sometimes it's easier to push this fact far to the back of your mind. Distracting is an efficient way to deal with fear. I have come to find a sweetness in staring your inevitable death in the face. Life is precious because it is limited. It is beautiful because it is finite. I remind myself that time is fleeting and it frees me from the burden of the trivial. It helps me focus on the beautiful tiny moments in time. I greedily want to hoard all time with my best friend, my wife. When my infant son wakes me up in the night, I remind myself that in a blink he will be a little boy, in another a young man. I realize the ever smaller number of years I have until all my children are in school and they no longer have time for their daddy. Keeping perspective is a battle. I prefer to remind myself of my lessoning time, keeping my focus on what truly matters. Money, a career, material things, all gone in an instant. People are the greatest possible investment. Love is the best thing you can leave in this world. It is the only thing that has a hope to last.