But now when the list starts to feel overwhelming, I remember that sentence. You’re going to die with a to-do list. And strangely, that thought doesn’t scare me anymore. It just reminds me that I’m still here. Still living, adding things and building a life that refuses to fit neatly into a checklist. And maybe that’s why the list never ends. Because it was never meant to. Because the never-ending list isn’t a failure to keep up with your life. It’s proof that you still have one.