thinking about finality

Someone recently posted a question online, asking what
would people do if they knew what day would be their last.
The most mature responses were philosophical/spiritual
aims, which makes sense.

Thinking about death is often considered morbid, some-
thing to avoid thinking about--even though it's inevitable.

But if/when we honestly face our own mortality, we
realize that most of what we've preoccupied ourselves
with over the years doesn't represent who we really
are, or who we really want to be. On some level, we all
know that the lofty stuff is more worthy, but most of us
refuse to admit that to ourselves (or others) until it's al-
most too late, because 'lofty' and 'fun' aren't synonyms.

I've struggled with this, trying to find balance between
the two...the 'fun' side wants to bodyslam 'lofty'.

It's pathetic, how we waste so much of our time thinking
about fulfilling adolescent fantasies, and setting aside
the philosophical/spiritual stuff as something for "the
old folks." If we think about it at all, we figure that we'll
worry about the serious things when we get older--
which means we're assuming that we'll live that long.

I've checked in my "IMPORTANT PAPERS" file, but
for some reason, i just haven't been able to locate the
factory warranty that guarantees longevity, mental
or physical health, or a certain percentage of lifespan
that will be filled with satisfaction of any kind.

That sucks, doesn't it?