Anxious over the fact that you could die any min. How to reason with myself?

Bless you. I wonder if this would help. Yes, you could die tomorrow or next Tuesday or in three years or in thirty. Few of us get the gift (curse?) of knowing when. So make a list of things you’d want to do with your day and a list of qualities you’d like to have and a list of people you’d like to be around more and maybe some regrets you might have etc. Then let it rest for a few days and when you go back to it, split it up into your “realistic—can do anytime, even today” and your “maybe, with some planning” and your “pie in the sky once in a lifetime” goals. For example, I’d love to go to Switzerland. Is it going to kill me if I never get there? No. Is it going to make me sad? Yes. This would go in my “maybe with some planning” or “pie in the sky” pile, depending on my financial situation. But the main thing is the whole mindset/qualities deal. What kind of person do you want to be? How do you want to spend your days? It’s not realistic for everyone to quit work and live off their savings or become a successful YouTuber or whatever, but it *IS* realistic for everyone to be able to wake up grateful for life, spend some time in nature, try to be quick to love and slow to anger, etc. It costs nothing but effort to have the right mindset. I have a family member who was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s. It happened in their 40s. From that time, they were told “You have seven years.” We’re so experienced with Alzheimer’s now, doctors can say “In x number of years, you’ll be like this. In x more years, you’ll forget who the people around you are.” I’m not telling you this to bum you out. I’m telling you this because I honestly have never figured out how she didn’t go completely stark raving bonkers with that news. To be told that five years from now you’ll forget your friends and family and in seven you’ll die?? She didn’t go crazy. She kept a good attitude, but it happened just like they said. In seven years, she was gone. And those last couple? They were pretty painful for all concerned. From that time to this, I have lived with a sort of “life’s too short” mantra. Life is too short to not tell the people you love them that you love them! Life’s too short to work day in and day out at a job you hate. It’s too short to hold grudges. It’s too short to have road rage. It’s too short not to laugh with your friends until you pee your pants. It’s too short not to play with the dog or read to the kids every chance you get. Of course I’m not rich enough to have NO job so I have to compromise. But I’ll be darned if I won’t make sure I’m also enjoying life simultaneously. If I have to have a simpler (poorer) lifestyle because I work fewer hours or do easier work, so be it. Friend, life is too short to waste any of it worrying about things you have little to no control over. Life is too short to spend time wondering if you’ll be hit by a bus tomorrow or twenty years from now (a flying bus, by then?). Don’t spend your time at the party feeling sad that the party’s going to end. To a certain extent, go ahead and live like you have a limited time left, but balance it with taking care of yourself and your loved ones by doing what you have to do. Make your days count so if it happens Tuesday or 2034, you’ll feel okay with that.