[ WP ] When you are a baby you are aware of how and when you will die . But as you grow up , most people forget . Except you , how does this affect your decisions ?

My adult life centers around the avoidance of left turns on the roadway. As far back as I can remember, I ’ ve known that a drunk driver would take my life at the age of 31 by smashing into my car as I turned left onto a main thoroughfare from a side street. This was no ordinary premonition; I could feel the truth of my knowledge deep in my bones. 
 
 Thirty-one seemed like an impossibly old age at first. I had years and years to figure out how to avoid the situation and save my own life. This is what anyone would do with the same information, of course. As I grew older, I started thinking about the possible solutions. I went to college and studied civil engineering and urban planning; if I could somehow reduce the number of times where I ’ d need to make a left turn, I would naturally shrink my chance of death. 
 
 Unfortunately, my idea of converting all intersections in the city into traffic circles was not popular with the decision makers. My suggestion of positioning DUI checkpoints immediately before every intersection was even more unpopular, and I was written up for “ unrealistic analysis. ” 
 
 If the city refused to change its ways, I would simply change my own habits. In my late twenties, I started crafting routes to work, the grocery store, and the other places I frequented, routes where I could reach my destination while only making right turns. I wanted to get used to driving in this manner before I turned 31 and it became a matter of life and death. 
 
 Long nights were spent poring over a road atlas with a highlighter before I decided to learn programming. I would write my own GPS app where I could program routes to avoid left turns! It was the perfect solution, but could I finish in time? 
 
 Today I am 31 years, 1 week, and 3 days old. I haven ’ t slept in days and am afraid to leave the house. Worse, I still have n't learned how to program a working GPS for myself. Since I don ’ t know the precise date of my death, I may have avoided it already and not even know it. I feel as though I am losing my mind, and I know my sanity will be ever more fragile as the days count down toward my thirty-second birthday. 
 
 My fears have changed, and I now realize that I wasted my life in seeking superficial solutions. Now, the risk is obvious. I will grow tired from the constant suspense, the nonstop worry about the exact day I ’ m supposed to die. Eventually, I will drive my car to the end of the street in the middle of the night and flip on my left turn signal. 

