But the point is that you need to have the courage to face every day knowing that it may be your last. Not that you should be obsessed with dying, but that you should be obsessed with living!
It occurred to me that probably one of the factors in our getting married was that my husband really believed that you only live once. Looking back thru our early years, there are many times he would have shouted, YOLO!
There was the time we went to the Bahama's and it rained. He said we were going to the pool anyway. The pool boy laughed and we were the only ones there in the water.
There was the time we flew first class to Las Vegas and renewed our vows with an Elvis impersonator for our 25th anniversary.
There were so many wild and crazy things we did. Then it seemed like we settled in to a mundane, day to day lifestyle. Suddenly, I was subjected to the "downsizing" epidemic and worked my way thru Medicare and Social Security. He was still working but getting increasingly disillusioned . There was always an excuse for not doing something...too expensive, too much of a hassle. Then one day I threw caution to the wind and shouted "YOLO"!! We are buying a motorhome! You are going to retire! We will not become those doddering old folks.
YOLO!!
