"Considering it is evident that we are all running out of time, how does one attempt to extract maximum value from a finite life?"

Day started okay. Then one meeting sends everything to mush. I'm sitting in my den, sapped, angry, frustrated...

Someone I deeply respected for his accomplishments took his life...

But therein lies the irony; Life does NOT respond to tears.

The day started with a light drizzle on my way to the bank where I worked and then it became quite sunny. In England, with all the rain...