"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).

I'm ready.

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.

And more.

Until I decide to die.