I am just back from a 7-day ocean passage helping deliver a friend’s boat. Offshore passages provide wonderful opportunities for reflection and contemplation. Solo watches are ideal for deep reflection (especially while contemplating the firmament surrounded by nothing but ocean), while passages also afford plenty of down time for reading. I managed to finish three books this passage, including Paul Kalanithi’s beautifully written and incredibly moving When Breath Becomes Air. I try to pace myself with books related to dying, interspersing them with lighter fare. Kalanithi’s memoir, while heart wrenching, is also uplifting. The book offers the best perspective that I have read on confronting one’s impending death.

Through the lens of When Breath Becomes Air, I gazed up at the stars and contemplated my own inevitable death. I hope to live for many more years, yet I cannot help but notice that the New York Times obituaries increasingly feature individuals near my age. I have had a great life, ticked off most of my bucket list items, put my affairs in good order and made my wishes known to family members. All of this gave me comfort while gazing up at the stars. Yet, my mind kept returning to Paul Kalanithi. I could not help but wonder whether I will face my end as calmly as Paul faced his. I can only hope and prepare.