This is my life

This is my life. I don't know how long it will be.  At best, it's probably nearly half done.  Even if it lasts, I could lose something -- my vision, my mobility, anything.  This is my life, this moment right here.  How do I want to spend it?  I think by sitting on my balcony on this beautiful day, gazing at blue sky and at green leaves fluttering in the breeze.