
I guess we all want to live forever. The concept of dying only really appears on our radar once we reach into our late 60s, early 70s (through natural causes obviously).
Of course our lifestyle plays a big part in our longevity – if you eat junk food, drink booze, smoke and never get off your arse 24/7 then chances are you’ll croak it at a much earlier time of life. (although this isn’t always an exact science.)
However, when I see people in their 80s and 90s, suffering in most cases with physical and/or mental diseases, idling ones’s time in a care home with nothing tangible to do, it makes me think that living to a grand old age seems pretty pointless if all that’s going to happen is you gradually wasting away until the Grim Reaper (or Annaliese Dodds, whichever is the more frightening), tells you your time is up and the lights go out for good!
Doctors and nutritionists bang on about keeping to a healthy lifestyle for a longer life. But quite frankly the way things are with this country and the world at large, I take an opposing view – enjoy life, do/eat/drink what the fuck you want at a young-ish age and then hope for an early death!
Now that I’m in my late 50s I’ve enjoyed/accomplished many things, but I really don’t want to stick around into my 80s and 90s for the reasons mentioned above. More so if I get stacked up with cancers, aneurysms, blindness, Parkinson’s, Alzheimer’s and a shedload of the diseases. Fuck that!
Time to enjoy life while I still can. And if that means drinking loads of booze or eating very agreeable takeaways then so be it.
You only have one life – enjoy it while you can.
Nominated by Technocunt.



