01.25.2009

Whenever I have the luxury to engage in introspective thinking, I would debate on the worth or usefulness of my collective aspirations, hopes, and dreams, and the efforts I exert and the activities I plan so that I could be met with some measure of success.

Life is quite brief and so why do I spend a great part of it aspiring for things I may never have, or trying to become what I may never be? I personally know of a handful of people who have checked out with much unfinished business, unfulfilled dreams, and unforgiven sins. What makes me think that I may fare any better escapes me.

Life spans may be on the rise but the majority still die before they become a century old. Centenarians are still a rare breed. Also, there are no guarantees that the quality of life keeps pace with its length. This is my main reason why I do not desire or even imagine myself growing too old for my own good, i.e. becoming a liability and a burden to those around me, unable to perform even the most basic of daily activities. I’d rather be dead than find myself in such situations.