Overheard at Starbucks
An older man and woman (probably in their 50s) were talking about a friend of theirs that just passed away. He was only 55.
She said to her friend, “55 was too young to die but he had a good life. It’s not the destination that matters but the journey along the way.”
Huh? I guess that is how some people deal with death—ignore it. Don’t live your life thinking that there is a destination, make the best of what you have right now. Enjoy life and live it to the fullest. Forget about what happens to you after you die. Don’t waste your time worrying or trying to figure that one out.
If that is what I believed then I would probably have about 20 wives. I would lie, cheat, and figure out the best way to make billions of dollars so that I could do whatever I want.
My name would probably be Conrad Black or Ken Lay. Maybe I would be a fat cabinet minister enjoying fine wine and steak dinners at the expense of the taxpayer.
Am I missing something?
Posted in Observations at 3:35 PM