I've always abhorred the words 'bucket list' or lists titled "...to do before you die". The thought of death shouldn't drive one to do things; for that matter, the thought of death shouldn't loom large in anyone's head.
But if I didn't nitpick on semantics, perhaps the realisation that life is not forever is a necessary reminder to make the most of every minute? To be grateful that things are not bad (or worse than they are)? To realise that those with us today may not be tomorrow and to share more love and hold less grudge?
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