42

How would you live, if you knew you were going to die? Oh, I don’t mean finding out that you have cancer or some other illness, but rather, knowing the exact date of your death?

Would you be brave?

Would you be outrageous?

Would you sell everything you owned and blow all of your money of things you have always wanted but been too sensible to buy?

I have a recurring dream that my numbers stop at 42, that there is nothing beyond that but emptiness.

There are a vast range of what this number supposedly means, from big changes to fighting to suffering. In any case, it got me thinking.

What would you do, if you knew when you were going to die? Would you live differently?