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This morning I listened to "Live Like You Were Dying" by Tim McGraw.  I like the song, I've heard it many times before, but this morning I *listened* to it.  I'm sure you all know the song, a man learns he's dying, and in thinking of how he'll deal with it.  Of course he does all the things he's dreamed of doing: skydiving, climbing mountains, but it's how he deals with his personal life that I found touching. 
Here's the chorus: 

and I loved deeper
and I spoke sweeter
and I gave forgiveness I'd been denying...
and someday, I hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying

Are those words to live by?  It made me wonder if shouldn't we all live every day like we were dying.  It's where we're all headed anyway, some of us sooner than others, some of us unexpectedly without warning.  Do we want to look back and see a life not well-lived?  What regrets would I have?  I don't think I'd have any regarding my family, I've loved them as deeply as is humanly possible and I'm sure they know that.  But with regards to my writing, I'd regret that I didn't trust myself enough, that I didn't try harder, and most of all, of the many times I've allowed myself to give up.  I guess, looking at the song again, skydiving isn't something I've always dreamed of doing, but writing is.  Now I need to do it with heart, as if every day of writing opportunity is the last day that will come around.  Perhaps for me the last line should be:  write like you were dying.