64 now. hoping for another 15 or so.....unless i get in the same shape my father did. his hands stopped working 10 years before the rest of him, couldn't work on his mowers, chainsaws, cars, he couldn't even FISH!. he was ready to die years before death actually came for him in his late 70s... memory, lol. what were we talking about?
My mom was a runner. No smoke No drink. Died at 51 from cancer. I inherited her running genetics….love of the run.
My old man has been battling a couple cancers for over a decade. He’s…sadly…a prime example of our consumeristic system feeding, sustaining sickness, and eventually collecting every last cent…until the last breath.
I see things like that through objective eyes. We are being farmed like any other livestock. I’ve made it a point to go feral for as long as…my honesty lasts. It’s about the quality of life I guess. Feed lot or free range.
I smoke a god awful amount of herb. Makes me reflective sometimes.