If I died today...

If I died today I would consider my life well lived. I’ve been a boy, a man, a hell raiser, an adult, a husband, father, and grandfather, a machine designer, a project manager, a soldier, a leader, a follower, a winemaker, a builder and a destroyer, a caregiver, and now a steemian. I’m not rich, but I’m not poor either. I am.

Now retired, my days are filled by looking for things to do. Almost none of them with a sense of urgency except a life-long unrelenting urge to accomplish. Once a week I bring fire to a Churchill sized maduro wrapped, long filler, imported puro while sipping a locally crafted lager or ale while gazing into the woods behind the space I have carved out for myself and my wife looking for a furry or feathered creature or two. That little pleasure is all I need to make my life worth living. Life is what you make it as they say. I have been paid well over my career for doing the highest quality work that I can and I see my future in steemit as bright by doing the same thing I have always done.

My course of effort here on this platform is familiar to me. Work hard, work smart, work my best. Steemit will be for me what I put into it. No begging for upvotes or resteems and no upvoting content that I don’t believe deserves it. I will upvote even work I don’t agree with as long as it is a sincere, quality effort by its creator. No grudges and forgiveness to anyone who offends me.

I have been a caregiver for the last 8 months and last week my charge passed away. He lived a simple uncomplicated life passing at the age of 93 years old. I don’t envy his life nor anyone else’s for that matter. During my 8 months with him I tried to show him more respect than he had ever received from anyone in his life. He died of liver cancer having an appreciation for why God gave us the poppy. Still his last two days saw him writhing in agony. As I watched him pass I felt no sorrow. I knew him for 49 years, but never really liked him. We were opposites. He let so many opportunities pass him by, so many chances to help others selfishly squandered. He gave me a unique opportunity to examine my life in a somewhat objective way to realize that if I died today I would consider my life well lived.