A long overdue ramble about life and death

Ok well this is going to be a very long and pointless sort of ramble. I actually wrote this a while ago and have only jus got around to finishing it. As cliche as it sounds, I've actually been thinking about life and death a lot recently. Still being stuck in the rut is really starting to get to me now. I feel like life is wasting away while I sit here and let it. It's like being stood in the middle of one of those rickety rope bridges across a gorge, watching the ropes start to fray from either end and planks of wood fall dramatically down thousands of feet into the fast-flowing river below and I can do nothing but watch it happen.
I lost one of my fluffy little ratty fats a couple of weeks ago. He'd been kind of ill on and off for ages, but then he suddenly seemed to pick up again. His eyes were brighter, his curly fur was softer and fluffier; he was even unusually energetic. Then a couple of weeks ago he just sort of shut down. He stopped eating and generally seemed to give up on everything. At least he went peacefully in his sleep in the end.
Anyway, it got me thinking: firstly, that animals have the right idea just getting on with life (they don't waste time messing about with things that really aren't important) and secondly, I started thinking that unfortunately I'm not an animal and as such there are many unimportant things I have to deal with. So I should just accept this and get on with sorting everything out instead of merely laying down and giving up while life goes on without me. The other thought this lead me to was the slightly more morbid thought that if I were to snuff it tomorrow, would I have actually done anything worthwhile?
On pondering this (via the decision of what actually constitutes a 'worthwhile' achievement) I came to the conclusion that my answer would have to be "no".
The basic upshoot of all this is that I have decided to force myself to take some steps (albeit small ones) towards where I actually want to be in my life right now.

And since all this thinking I've actually taken the first step. I actually handed in my notice at work. It's probably not the best decision from a financial point of view, but for the sake of my sanity it had to be done. I think a year of totally screwed up sleep patterns has taken it's toll and made me a little broken inside. Now I think the next step is to try and find another part time job with less hours and where management aren't quite such cretins (apologies for the use of such a derogatory term). Once that's done, the next step is to start volunteering somewhere with beasties because apparently I do not have enough animal care experience to be remotely employable. Then I need to crack on with learning to drive (which I am currently annoyingly bad at). Maybe better sleep will help me concentrate better.
So, that's all for now. I'm taking hold of my life again and telling it where I wan't to go instead of being a bystander.