No More Thinking About the End
It may seem odd to many Boomers and other old folks, but I don’t fear death.
Now in my mid-70s, I’ve reached many of the goals set many years ago. I never expected life to go on forever — and wouldn’t want it to. After so many trips around the Sun, it can get kinda boring.
But have you ever considered a few of the positives about kicking the proverbial bucket?
- No more Filing state and federal income taxes. That means no longer have to keep track of everything you do during the previous years before Filing.
- No more having to replace vehicles, appliances, and other devices.
- No more grieving over the passing of relatives, friends, and pets.
- No more visits to various doctors for whatever procedures to keep you from dying.
- No more telephone calls from spammers trying to sell you a car warranty, medicare supplement, or life insurance.
- No more worries about political polarization, climate change, and pollution.
- No more concerns about the price of gasoline, groceries, and prescriptions.
- No more reading about mass murders and senseless gun violence.
- No more worrying about getting rid of the Clutter collected over the years.
- No more upgrading smartphones, computers, laptops, and tablets.
- No more having to deal with toxic people.
- No more seeing and reading about the atrocities of war.
- No more having to take your vehicles in to be serviced or repaired.
- No more thinking about home security.
- No more contending with those who have road rage.
- No more having to face rude, disrespectful, and pretentious people.
- No more answering the front door and seeing religious missionaries, political aspirants, or strangers collecting money for various fundraisers.
- No more deadlines because you’re finally dead.
There’s more I could add to the list, but you get the idea. I bet there are a lot of things you would include.
In the meantime, I’ll wake up each morning and do those things I find challenging, worthwhile, and fulfilling. And then go to bed each night, hoping I accomplished something. But I won’t lose sleep over it — unless it’s getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom.
Maybe death is a final blessing from the pain, the mundane, and the insane we’ve encountered throughout our lives.
Until the next time . . .
(This post originally appeared at Medium.com)