My intuition screams at me today. I am not going to live past 70 years of age, whether voluntarily or involuntarily.
My family history of grandfathers dying at 57 and 62 years of age, and a grandmother who apparently died around 30, leads me to believe that I will not live to 70. My present rate of physical and mental decline corroborates this.
I further rationalize that living in a continually declining state depresses me. It is better not to stick around too long. Maybe I will make myself the public example of the desirability of ending one’s life at age 70, if it has not already ended, regardless of how many years of declining life may yet be had . . . for the sake of me and the sake of my society.
Society and the environment cannot afford to have nonproductive persons hanging around for decades. Something has to give. We, the old, have to give up at the appropriate time and make way for the young and new persons.
Having brought clarity to my life in this way, this liberates and motivates me. First, I do not have to work for others. I have just enough to make it to age 70 with what I have earned and received fortuitously. Second, I can get selfish and do what I want to do, since I do not have indefinite periods of time remaining. There is my book, my website, my other business schemes and projects. Who knows, maybe if I do what I want to do, I will end up making a lot more money in spite of not working.
