Christopher Hitchens has cancer, and I fully anticipate him to beat it to a bloody pulp, sit it bolt-upright in a leather chair, and force it to share a bottle of Scotch. You want tough? You want someone who lives life? He’s the real deal.
Make yourself truly free. See things in a different way, especially when others instruct you on the accepted perspective. You get one chance, and then your atoms scatter to form someone else’s beer gut.
I do what I do for a lot of reasons, but mostly it’s because I want to help folks make the most of their one chance. How they choose to spend it is up to them. I just try to get them another opportunity to make it count.