It's perfectly okay if I live longer, and it's fine if I die tomorrow. However, my body, my dreams, and several unrelated sources all point to a 55-year life span. If this sounds outrageous to you, that's okay. It is outrageous, especially when you consider our culture's pervasive denial of death. Foreknowledge of my death is outrageous to me, too, only it's outrageous in a good way, the way purple-throated orchids are outrageous, or the way oceans and orca whales and orgasms are outrageous.
Life is outrageous, and death is part of life.
Most people get scared when they think about death, but I get excited. There's nothing that makes me feel more alive than contemplating death. Actually, I should probably choose a word other than contemplating, because that connotes quiet thoughts or tranquil meditations. I love the stillness and cultivate it, but my contemplations also take on wilder forms. Sometimes I dance like a maniac when I contemplate death.