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James Sexton, divorce attorney who's seen it all, drops a raw truth bomb: Our entire society is engineered to distract you from the one fact that would shatter the consumer machine—if you truly internalized that you're going to die, you'd stop buying most of the meaningless shit they're selling. He proposes a radical reset: Mandatory 1–2 years of hospice volunteering at 18. Why? Because spending time with the dying strips everything bare. They don't talk about their bank accounts, status, or possessions. They talk about: - The people they loved - The connections they made - The beautiful (and painful) experiences All the "important" drama in your day evaporates the moment you walk out of that room. Sexton shares his mom's final cancer surgery—20 minutes in, doctors closed her up: cancer everywhere, nothing more to do. In that instant, every other worry in his life got turned down to zero volume. All that mattered was time left to love her, to make sure she knew. Reminder: There is a finite number of times you'll kiss your wife, hug your kids, call your parents. You don't know the number. You'll only realize it after you've passed it. That finitude is what makes every moment sacred. Living forever would be a curse. Right now, the people you love are alive—right now. Kiss them as many times as you want. That is the greatest thing in the world. Powerful, uncomfortable, beautiful perspective. Keep death in your line of sight—it's the ultimate clarity filter.