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Sometimes I think about the people I love dying. Not in the sense that I imagine it or want it, it’s more of how their passing would affect my life – how a little piece of my heart would pass away with them. I know, it’s morbid of me but the truth is we are never guaranteed the next day. I try to acknowledge death, respect that each one of us has an ending to our stories. I also love with all my heart and live my as enjoyably as possible. That’s the most important thing, cherishing life for the time we have it.