On an old "Golden Girls" segment a character says, "I don't have the courage to die by inches." Yet all of us must do that from the moment we are born.
If each of us knew how many days of life are allotted to us, perhaps we would plan better how to use it. But we cannot know. Unfortunately, when we are young, we think we have forever, and let time slip through our fingers like worthless sands.
Only when we become aware that our earthly days are numbered — that none of us will live forever — do we realize how precious each day, each hour, each minute of life is.
There are those among us who don't really begin to live until they realize that life is finite.
A strange phenomenon — a sudden burst of genius — was noted among England's tubercular poets of John Keats' era. It was as if their coming deaths had anointed them. They became consecrates — dedicated to their chosen art.