I'm a Dying Man

I am a dying man.

What an odd thing to say, I guess.  Of course, I know that everyone is dying.  I get that.  But usually when we say this about someone, we mean that either he is on his deathbed or has just a few months to live.

Neither of those things are true about me.  I may have many years or I may have just a few.  But what I have been faced with is the realization that this life of mine is near its end.

I've already lived 5 years longer than most people with my conditions.  I didn't know this until recently, but I suspected as much.  The interesting thing is that I have never lived as though I was dying.

And depending on how you look at it, that is a good thing and a bad thing.  A good thing because you just keep on putting one foot in front of the other toward the future and march as if nothing is matter.  But a bad thing because you don't realize how precious each moment is and don't look around at the universe and absorb its majesty.

So the question is, do you live like a dying man or like a living man?  Hopefully I'll find some answers as I start this journey.