The real sting here isn't the reminder that time ends—we hear that constantly—but rather the insistence that *responsibility* and *mortality* are inseparable. Goldberg isn't simply urging you to seize the day; she's saying that your finitude is precisely what makes your choices matter morally, that you cannot outsource your life to circumstance or other people's expectations and then claim surprise when it's gone. When you catch yourself thinking "I'll write that novel when the kids are older" or "I'll call my father once work settles down," you're actually making a decision *right now*—just not owning it. The waiting *is* the choice.