I feel this more acutely now, as I realize that I've reached the age my dad developed colon cancer that ended his life. The cancer started when he was 38, diagnosed when he was 40, and killed him at 42. The picture to the right of this is the last picture I have of him. There I am, my life in front of me. There he is, less than 2 months left to go.
There are no guarantees. Therefore, all efforts of turning general time into kairos seems right to me.