I've been thinking a lot about my mortality today. As some of you may know, it's in the news that the oldest living American has reached 115. It's made me think about how long I'm likely to live. I know this sounds morbid, but I'd be happy if I make it somewhere between the age of 40-50. Maybe I say this cause I'm 25, but I can't see myself growing old and have sort of made peace with the fact that this isn't likely. Not that it would be a bad thing in any way as I would like to live beyond that, if I could do so comfortably and happily. I'm just doubtful I will make it to that point. It's mind blowing to think another human being could make it to the age of 115. Considering all the things that can happen to a person at anytime, it's just so shocking when you think about it. Then again, if I do get to have a family (husband, children, and rescue pets) at some point, I'd like to be there for them. I'd like to remain young as long as possible, but dying young isn't exactly a gift in my view. And if I expire so early, I would be potentially doing a disservice to those who may become dependent on me. Should I really be okay with the fact that I may not be around for much longer? When you really think about it, life is very strange and frail all at the same time. And considering all the challenges and things that life throws out at you, it's amazing to think some make it for so long. I don't know but reading about the 115 year old American put me in an introspective mood today.
