> > I fear growing old, I think about it a lot (the end) I know I should not as I am still very young, but it is like…I am sick? I go to the doc…I am old…nothing. People tell me not to fear something you can not change…I just can not not fear it. I ask myself a lot, what is the point? I don’t want to make all of these friends just so we can part ways at the end of the road.
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> Know exactly what you mean, I once had (and sometimes still do) the same fear to, these days I just say -Yoink!- it and just have as much fun as I can because that’s all there is to do, sure it all comes to a end eventually but if it’s going to end one day you might as-well make the most of it.
To add a quote from Larry Niven’s Bowl of Heaven
“Your grave isn’t something you should arrive to neat and tidy, You should fall in and with your last breath shout, WHAT A RIDE!”
