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Satoru, I commute to work by car every day. Lately I have been seeing more bad accidents. They have made me more aware of my mortality and the fragility of life. Your comments would be much appreciated.

I have always lived by three credos; “Anything worth doing is worth overdoing.” “Do anything you want, with style, as long as you don’t hurt anyone,” and that, “Life is too important to be taken seriously so a sense of humor is the most important aspect of any successful loving relationship.” Keeping faith with myself I have tried to keep the candles burning at both ends with a blowtorch. I have been burning bright for as long as I can remember. But there comes a juncture in everyone’s life were the realization of the end of their mortality become overwhelmingly apparent. How you face this inevitability is filled with a multiplicity of emotions, final plans, regrets, resolves and realizations. Untimely everyone dies alone regardless of family, loved ones, children, friends and lovers.

Death is nature’s way of telling you to slow down, and when you drive not to tailgate.

Thirty thousand people die and are injured in car accidents every year. If you drive, don’t tailgate, buckle up, avoid distractions, do not text, drive too fast, or have your ego involved in your driving actions. Walk more for short trips. Heart attacks, obesity and car crashes kill more people then terrorist attacks.
Satoru

Don’t die this year. I need all the live friends I can get.

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Don’t chew the diamonds.

It is my habit that before I retire at night I brush my teeth. I put the toothpaste on my Braun whirling toothbrush, put the device in my mouth and turn it on, then I walk through my apartment and out onto my terrace. There I look over the city and around the terrace until the two-minute signal from the device goes off. Depending on the evening I usually brush longer then walk back to the bathroom still brushing. Then I load my portable water pick with warm water twice and use it on my teeth and gums.

So I was really surprised when I woke up this morning and had a small piece of something in my mouth. At first I thought I had somehow chipped a tooth in the night. Upon closer inspection it turned out to be a square chip of glass. How did the glass get into my mouth? How come it did not wash out with all the brushing and cleaning? How come I did not swallow it sleeping on my back through out the night? And what damage could it have done if I swallowed it? A lot more questions then answers. This was a mystery that I could not solve. Had I swallowed the glass and it caused a blockage in my heart who would have known the cause of my death and even if they found out what did they think?

As I move through life, enjoying every minute above ground, enduring the slow death of a thousand cuts, explanations for events and actions become tiny movements of actions toward oblivion. My eventual demise becomes acceptable and just another minuscule tick in the universe. Acceptance cancels out fear and writing about death, a topic that was so hushed and not discussed as I journeyed through life, is liberating and informative to those who have trouble facing the inevitable.

I think about the people that I have known all my life that have died. Some had so few possessions that there entire life fit into a few cartons while other had such a complex existence that it took years to settle their affairs and possessions. Still, in just three generations all of us will not be remembered except for a few photos or records of our brief survival.

Satoru
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