As I live- I must die

Too often, we are caught in what we have to do in order to acheive things
 we fear we might loose.
So attached are we to this mortal flesh- that even though we go to grave yards time and time again.
Reality never grips us that so too must we- soon be.
Live yes, be concious of your decisions, allow time to react to it effects before  you act.
 but be anxious not.
Live, dance, drink wine, indugle in the estacy of romance, play with your kids, do things you are passionate about.
Let your work be  festive, a celebration- each day let it's rewards oze out of you  like dripping blood out of a wound, yet you feel not it's pain.
People will talk about you after you're gone- you will reflect , as scences of your life flash before your  last breathe. How would you want it to be remembered.