My dad and I talked today and apparently he wants to die soonish (within the next 20 years). I asked him about if he wanted to live to be 96 and he talked about people he knew (his parents age) that had gotten that old, and he was really unhappy about the end of life options.
I’m turning 31 this week, and I think that death is less of a desire right now than an eventuality. I mean, chances are that the best case I’m 1/3rd of the way through this thing called life. Worst case this is halfway (it seems like death of “natural causes” starts really kicking in around 62.)
Plus I’ve got this really ambitious career that I’m building that will suck up a significant amount of time for the next few decades. And it will make a significant amount of money, and eventually my parents will pass on and there will be less pressure to do certain things certain ways. And I’ll get whatever they leave me, mystery box that is implied there. It’s significant… but not sure how much.
So death, it’s like the computer becoming so slow it can’t run ANYTHING, and it’s coming eventually. That’s my feel good for the day.
When I die toss my body in the sun, then throw it out the back of my fricken Nissan…..
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Dude, you can die seconds from now or decades, planning your trip is kind of pointless when all destinations end at the same place.
My mom died then my dad became a different person, turned on the whole family, sold everything we owned and spent it on junkie prostitutes. I havent talked to him in years. Death would have been way better for him for all concerned, I just pretend he died when my mom did.
As steven king says… sometimes… death is better…