aware of how fleeting life is? I am more and more conscious that my life is very finite and I've used up more than half of it (probably). Until they were born the future was this vague amorphous almost infinite thing, now it is limited because I realised that their future isn't going to be mine. Theirs will continue after mine has ended. And it has brought up all kinds of feelings about my parents and my childhood.
If I could beleive in the afterlife (of whatever kind), now is the time I'd appreciate it. But I can't. Anyone else gripped by a vague feeling of panic about running out of time?