If I'd answered this question ten years ago and looked at it in the present moment then I wouldn't recognize myself.
I wouldn't have written what I'm about to. My philosophy is to give as much as I can, as honestly as I can, and as consistent as I can to those I encounter, accept, love, and cherish. No natter the level of permanency. I've come to see how important the mysteriousness of this life is, in some ways a kind of mysteriousness that parallels death itself. Knowing is having the courage to let go to the mystery and being completely vulnerable to its transformative potency.
Believing this has made the idea of my life becoming something else more complicated, less mysterious, and I guess, natural.