Well.
According to the medicine man I visited on Monday, I have just about had my span. For the last decade I have known that I have an eventually terminal liver condition (not booze induced either you bunch of cynical bastards!). The guy that did the Fibroscan on Monday says its pretty well fucked (although I maintain that I will see for myself thanks) and that I have 2 - 5 years to go without a transplant. (Not sure I want to go there...).So I guess its time to get the bucket list in order and reflect upon the errors of my ways.
Part of it I have already done by finally getting another bike after putting it off for too many years. As for the rest?
I doubt I would change much if I could have another go. The good, the bad and the ugly - it's all part of the ride. Perhaps I would make sure that I was a little more employable next time round...then I could play with more toys.
Other than that? Meh. When it comes to jumping off the ultimate cliff, it matters not which path has taken us to the clifftop. As my old dad said to me when he was eighty-seven, "It's all a big fat nothing son". Meaning that at the jumping off point, nothing prior to that moment counts for anything.
So I say, get in and enjoy the ride. Go for it. Embrace it all. Good and bad are relative terms - it's all experience.
In the immortal words of Pink Floyd,
"The memories of a man in his old age
are the deeds of a man in his prime"
Make sure you have some when you get there. Coz I have. And I will continue to collect them just as long as I can.
. “No pleasure is worth giving up for two more years in a rest home.” Kingsley Amis
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