There are three kinds of men. The one that learns by reading. The few who learn by observation. The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence for themselves.
We never know the last hour we will have. The last rainbow, sunset, the last time a love one touches us.
I spent many years in Iraq. We would leave the “wire” or the base usual at sunset or night. I would get out of my vehicle and look at the moon, sunset, stars and think this could be my last. Never take for granted.