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...
It may seem odd to many boomers and other old folks, but I don’t fear death.
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)