We, are still growing, our parents, are dying. They say there is a time when humans stop growing, and start dying. Why is it that we wait to live our life and explore only once we start dying? Why is it that when we are still growing, we’re stuck inside day after day? And why is it that it is only when we are dying that we a set free? What if we instead learned only a little and then explored and lived for the rest? Once we do die, which would matter more, being able to do calculus and recite world history, or knowing that you grew and prospered and lived you life to the fullest when you actually were still living? Our time of living is ticking away, we should use it to the fullest.