Despite her youthful appearance, my bunny has surpassed the expected age limit for her breed...which happens to be the breed of "mutt." But instead of rejoicing every day she's here, I tend to look at her with sadness of heart. I try gathering my wits and emotionally prepping myself for the worst as I turn my gaze to her cage in the morning. When I peer into those big, bright eyes, I cringe from thoughts of her impending mortality.
But I realized, very recently, that she's not the only one with a limited time here on earth. It happens to be that I am mortal as well. So are those around me. Yet, I rarely allow that to stop me from enjoying things. It certainly helps me to keep things in perspective, but the reality that one breath will be my last doesn't keep me from taking in a big gulp of air. If I'm really hungry for air, I'll inhale, even if it's polluted.
Because life on Earth is limited, it's important to make the most of life. You get one finale, and it's a good idea to make sure that the life-long performance is jammed with good things until that inevitable endpoint.
