What happens when we die? I assume nothing. Who cares? Where are you gonna be in five years? Who gives a shit? Who even said you have 5 years left? What if you would have done things different? Would your life be better or worse? Dog shit scrapped off your shoe and left on the curb. Don't matter. This is starting to sound negative... What I'm trying to say is this; enjoy the moment you are in now with the people you are with. We all lost some friends and family recently. They ain't coming back. What we have now is memories that will last until it's our time be dumped in a hole or burnt up and placed in a weird vase.
Stop worrying and wondering about life and enjoy it. That's what I'm doing from now on. I suggest you get on the same trip.
Grab a crew, your board, some beers and enjoy where you are now. Regardless of the circumstances. Get up early, stay up late, and have some fun. Hang overs go away by the afternoon.