Am I a psychic who knows the exact day that I'm going to die?
Not exactly.
Years ago, I did a rough pseudo-actuarial calculation at The Death Clock.
It gave me a death date of August 18, 2045.
I put my death date into the Countdown Me app and set an alarm every day at 1 PM to remember that I'm going to die.
Today is my 21st Pre-Death Day.
21 years feels like a long time.
21 years is a blink of an eye.
Birth and death are the bookends of this form of existence, our entry and exit, our check-in and check-out.
If I celebrate one, why not celebrate the other?
Just like the glass is already broken, I'm already dead.
Hopefully I'll be ready if death comes tomorrow, or if I'm still alive after August 19, 2045.