My friend's brother died yesterday. Maybe you saw it in the news? He was a bit famous for being on a reality show and working on the production of a super awesome documentary that is now left unfinished. It was a tragic accident, made more so by him being a natural adventurer who lived through all sorts of crazy things to die doing something he did all the time. It is terrible, sad, and unexpected.

I suppose it's natural after the death of someone you know to examine your own life, especially when that person was so full of life and died too young, too soon. It makes me feel unsettled, antsy, and restless. I wonder if what I'm doing is actually worth the time I put in to it. Am I just existing rather than living? I want to do something that matters.