Live a long, fulfilled, satisfying–but not remarkable or world-changing–life and die around age 85…
Live a brief, troubled, but brilliantly impacting life that leaves the world remembering your name in history books for years to come–and die at age 30? (Thinking about Princess Di led me to this question, not that I think her life was “brilliant,” but it was impacting no less. Also, I’m reading Into The Wild, which chronicles an idealistic young man who died living anything but an ordinary life.)
I’ll 'fess up first: I’ve outgrown my need to have the world love and remember me. Impact on the global level is no longer as important to me as impact on the personal level. So, the long, fulfilled life is where I’d go.
“My cat’s breath smells like cat food.” --Ralph Wiggum, hero and icon