If I had the chance to learn when I will die, I used to think that I wouldn’t take it, because I’d spend my last years depressed about my impending doom. I’ve recently changed my mind about that, though. To me, the most tragic thing would be to spend all my time during my last years working away at a job that I don’t really like, in order to put away money for eventualities that won’t happen.
If I knew I was going to die very soon, I would quit my job. I could stop worrying so much about maintaining health insurance. I have enough money saved that I could do some traveling, assuming my body’s still up for that. I would spend all my money since I don’t have dependents I’d want to pass it onto.
If I knew I was going to die kind-of soon, I would stop accepting the things about my life that I don’t like. I always comfort myself with “I will change this someday.” That assumes there is a someday. I would move out of the city and into a place with some nature. I would have a garden, and a chicken coop, and bees, and a big fish tank. I would talk to my significant other about going on his medical insurance so that I could follow my heart and become self-employed, doing freelance software development work. I would see my family more. I would write a book.