When Breath Becomes Air

by Paul Kalanithi

If the unexamined life was not worth living, was the unlived life worth examining?

even if I’m dying, until I actually die, I am still living.

The truth that you live one day at a time didn’t help: What was I supposed to do with that day?

Maybe, in the absence of any certainty, we should just assume that we’re going to live a long time. Maybe that’s the only way forward.