You know, lately I’ve been coming around to this line of thinking..
We are all so hell bent on living a very long time and does that really make sense?
I have my 91 yr old dad living with us most of the year and am watching this brilliant man slowly lose his memory. What do we do when it’s all gone?
This past weekend, we buried a beloved brother-in-law at 76 because he smoked his brains out all his adult life up until his last week on earth and loved every puff so he died happy...
Don’t know if not eating sugar, beef, fat, etc. is really worth it...little grasshopper.
I’m a musician and a poet. And I don’t say that pretentiously, I really am. As you might imagine, many of my heroes died early and many by misadventure. Jerry Garcia, John Lennon, Otis Redding,Lester Bangs, Sam Cooke, Dylan Thomas, Neil Cassady, and on and on. (Note, this obviously has nothing to do with my political heroes, of whom there are very few.) The only people who’ve lived to a ripe old age who I really love are Dylan and McCartney. And, yeah, I’m glad they’re still around.
But I got it into my head many years ago that it was perfectly acceptable to die young so long as you had fun and were more or less satisfied with the contributions you’ve made. I’ve had a boatload of fun, and while I’m certainly no Jerry Garcia, I like to think I’ve touched people on some level and influenced some lives positively. If I go tomorrow, it will be without regret.