You know, when twelve people can walk into a perfectly safe setting like a movie theater and never come out again alive, I start to think I should really be embracing the idea that I might die any day. Not that that’s ever not been a possibility (especially given that I do sometimes ride in a car my dad is driving), but after events like this I sometimes feel like my motto should be, “I might be dead tomorrow.”
Of course, given what I care about, to me “preparing for death” means “making sure I have good coherent summaries of all my unfinished stories so somebody could keep writing them if I were suddenly gone.” Nobody would, but if that were provided for I would be far less unhappy about dying. Not too terribly happy, either, though.
Ah, what a world we live in. Teach your children love, people.