I want to die when I’m good and ready. When my life feels complete, my relationships are in order, and I’m ready to go.
I hate to say it, but I’m afraid I won’t get there. I have fear about the next few years, and what might happen if the shit hits the fan – oil prices going way up, then food prices – and the basic fabric of society breaks down. That scares me. Not sure I’d make it out of that alive. If our basic transportation systems break down, how would I eat? How would any of us non-farmers?
But if I make it through that time, if it happens, dying old, fat, and happy sounds pretty damn good.