"I'm not scared to die."
How often do you hear that?
I'm being honest. I'm not scared to die.
I don't WANT to die. But I'm open to the invevitability.
Now, tomorrow or in 40 years' time (god for-f**n-bid).
My bucketlist is a black hole.
My relationships are nurturing.
My work is meaninful.
My life is liveable. It's good in terms of day-to-day management.
But I can't employ a workforce to support my lifestyle of being a small business owner.
It's hard work being in my body. Ten times physically according to a paediatrition.
I'm older and tired of socio=politics.
I want to live with animals.
I want to live with people who love animals and me.
I want to live and work with people I love.
Until I decide to die.