I’m worried about dying because of this cause

Not like worried-worried and am thinking about it every day, but, for some strange reason, I can imagine myself dying because of it.

I’d love to live a very long life. I think I will. I’m very active. I’m a passionate runner. I eat healthily. I’ve always been a very positive person. The level of stress in my life is pretty high, but I can improve on that front.

In fact, living as long as I can is my life’s only real goal and dream. I don’t obsess about it because I am not fully in control. But I am somewhat in control. I love life. The more I live the more experiences I can have, the more mistakes I can correct.

Let me continue complimenting myself. I’m very intelligent. It doesn’t mean I don't make stupid mistakes — I’ve made a lot and am I continue to misstep and stumble. But my mind is clear. I feel young, I love life, I understand myself and I think I understand most people on this planet, no matter their background and how different they are from me. My mind is sharp, my memory is good.

Well, my “memory”…

There is this one trait …

I forget where I put things.

I lose things all the time. I’m messy and unorganized.

How easily I get lost — when driving or even when running — is sometimes scary. It’s a big mental effort for me to remember directions.

If I’m distracted just a little while stepping out of my car — say I’m on my…