Claptrap

Smoking kills. Have a cigarette, and you’ll die younger. Fail to eat your five a day, you’ll die early. Exercise too little, or too much, and – you guessed it – you’ll pay the price with your life.

Trying to work out exactly how good, or how bad, anything is has become a total quagmire.

It’s not a quagmire at all. You could step under a bus tomorrow and that will have a dramatic effect on your life expectancy. Live life as you see fit. However long or short, it is matters not –  it’s how you live it that does. A brief second lived to the full, bursting with experience and joy is worth a hundred years of five a day, rotting away dribbling into your lap in your bath chair. I don’t give a damn for microlives or how many I have. One day the ticker will stop and that will be that. Who’s counting? I’m not.

I note that in the comments people seem to share my opinion –  live for today, for tomorrow may never come. That’s got to be worth a cigar and a G&T…