Frankly, I am quite happy to die. To know that, all my achievements and all my failures, eventually, will cease to matter. To know that I too will give way to

Frankly, I am quite happy to die. To know that, all my achievements and all my failures, eventually, will cease to matter. To know that I too will give way to the next generation and that, hopefully, they can make up for my follies and mistakes, because we are none of us perfect. And I hope that, as things progress and I get older and progressively more sick, that should I tire of my body, I can choose to leave life at a time and place of my choosing. Of course, with the way things are going, I'll be in my 50s and the only way to do it will be to run my wheelchair off a cliff. (I couldn't end this on a non-cynical note, it just wouldn't be me!)