As I've said below I first heard the world ends Feb 1, 2019 a while ago in 2002 before most of the really bad shit happened. Yea bad shit happens, all the time, somewhere, to someone. As I thought of making Feb 1st a personal holiday to contemplate living in the now versus checking in on hgow we're doing with those long range plans, and to make pies. I guess thats sorta what new years day is for some (or get drunk again with everybody night). More pointedly can I live my life actually expecting the end of the world in slightly less than eleven years. First it lets me off the guilt hook of knowing my "estate" and retirement savings are non existant. Secondly I feel like I'm capable of surviving for ten years it's getting to be past 75 that looks scary as hell. Knowing I'll die at the age of 64 allows me to begin to understand the reality of my death. The inevitability of death and taxes is todays koan.
Gotta go do my tax form, (only have 10 more to do).
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