It’s Tough Getting Old

Wow! I sincerely sympathize with all the folks whose stories I’ve read on this site. With all the pain and suffering in this world I guess I just never considered this particular genre (the only term that came to mind.) Pain and suffering, like beauty, is in the mind of the beholder.
I too am planning to end my life soon but not because of depression or disease. Well, I guess I do have a terminal disease. It’s called old age. I consider it a preemptive strike. I feel the effects of old age creeping up on me and I will decide when and how I’ll die.
I have had brushes with depression in my younger days, especially after returning from Viet Nam, but I persevered and everything turned out. I’ve had a good life and I can only wish my good fortune onto all of you.
I don’t believe in any intervening deities (can you imagine the prayers emanating from Auschwitz?) There is no valid reason to believe and besides it makes no sense. I attribute my good fortune strictly to luck. I’ve cheated death many times and lost my job a few times but always came out better for it.
In my opinion the only things wrong with suicide are the pain caused to friends and family (I’m alone) and the mess that someone else has to deal with. I blame society. Dr. Kevorkian had the right idea but they threw him in prison.
I found this site while searching for a less messy method than my .45 with a hollow point or Papa Hemmingway’s shotgun. I’m in no hurry so I thought I’d be a little more considerate. Thanks to some of the posts here I’ve found what seems like a better way. I’ll still have my .45 by my side.
Sorry if I rambled some, I just put down what was on my mind. Best wishes to you all, whatever your course. One thought, I believe it’s possible to make your own luck.