Too many good people are going the way of the dodo bird these days.
How do you know you’ve reached middle age?
You realize life stops giving you things and starts taking them away.
With every person who passes away, you lose yet another reason to live.
We are all the products of our environment. And when that environment starts to change by losing that which we know and are used to, we become lost.
The more we live, the less we are connected to our diminishing environment.
If we live long enough, we cease to hope in a better future. The Present becomes nightmarish. We retreat into the Past. But the Past is gone, done, finished.
We eventually lose all interest in living.
And when carrying on stops being what you want, and becomes a burden, that’s when we tell ourselves:
Perhaps it’s time I dropped this burden on mine.
In the end life is like butt pilosity – short and full of merde.
Götterdämmerung 