There is no pain in death...it only hurts to die. My macabre fascination with my middle-age arrival, means I now think more than ever about my death. Friends my age are croaking. Friends my age have kids having KIDS. Shit! I've always maintained I will not live past the age of 55, so that gives me +/- 15 years to discover the meaning of MY life before it ends. That's not a lot of time when you consider the perpetual stumbling of the first 39 years.
The really frightening thing about middle age is that you know you'll grow out of it.
ReplyDeleteOh my dear, just live on! What's death? I dont know, I'm afraid of it, for the first time in my life, and it makes me value life more than ever.
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