This morning I saw a Michigan tourism commercial (“Michigan tourism” seems like an oxymoron to me, but whatever…) and in that commercial it said that each person gets 25,000 mornings and we should be sure to spend some of them in Michigan (uhhh…once again, “whatever”).
So I guess we only live a little over 68 years, according to the Michigan Department of Tourism, and I’ve already lived 14,147 of my mornings or 57% of my Michigander life expectancy. Bummer.
Then this afternoon I attended the funeral of one of America’s fallen heroes, Army CPL Michael Anaya (a.k.a. “the Anaya-lator”), who was killed by an IED in Iraq on Easter Sunday morning. Michael was 23 years old. He only got 8,600 mornings…probably none of them in Michigan.
My initial thought was, “He was robbed of 16,400 mornings!” Then I remembered that no one is promised tomorrow, thus, no one dies “before his time.” We all simply live under the delusion that we are entitled a long life (25,000 mornings?) and thus live as if today doesn’t matter so much. (more…)