Still, it won't hurt to end my day with a positive reflection on the meaning of life.
About 5 and 1/2 years ago, a friend of mine gave me a framed version of this poem by Michael Josephson. I had stage three colon cancer at the time. I wasn't sure that I was going to beat it. Reading these words had a profound impact on my thinking at the time.
(Note: I posted this material as text previously on this blog, but just came across it in video.)