To me
At the moment
And for some time past
Life has lost all of its meaning.
Although alive and breathing
I am in a constant state of melancholy
There seems little point in living
I feel that I am waiting to die.
With that passing
Will come blessed oblivion
To the cares and worries
The concerns about relevance and meaning
That have become a part
Of my latter days.
With my mortal coil perished,
Sweet oblivion
And anonymity,
Will mark the endpoint,
Of my time on Earth.
Along with the millions.
The tens of millions who have gone before,
I will become a memory,
That will fade
Into nothingness.
EDUCATION, A LIFE FORCE 
The reference to joining the millions who have gone before speaks to the universality of mortality. This acknowledgement can be both comforting and distressing, depending on one’s perspective. It adds a philosophical element to the post, prompting readers to reflect on their own understanding of life and death.
As a young man, I used to be frightened of dying. I used to wonder if I would be alive at the age of 54 in 2000. As I have aged beyond that milestone, my worry about dying is no longer the concern that used to occupy my mind.
I’m glad that you found a sense of peace as you’ve grown older. It’s a reminder that with age and experience, our perspectives can change, often in unexpected and positive ways. Thanks for sharing your story—it adds depth to the conversation and resonates with many who are on similar journeys.👍🤝🌷
Thank you.
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