At the risk of sounding like a toxically optimistic cheerleader…
… every one of my worst-case
life expectancy meaningful time remaining estimates (which have gone effectively to zero on many occasions) have been absolutely wrong.
But the crazy thing is this: Even every one of my best-case
life expectancy meaningful time remaining estimates have been absolutely wrong.
I’m still here, not merely surviving, but thriving–well beyond so many occasions over the years when I was 99.999% convinced that my expiration date was imminent.
I know that mortality is going to catch up to me someday (as it will for ALL of us), but I’m still here—living each and every infinitely precious day with passion and purpose.