I’m Watching a documentary about the queen mother. She was the last royal from the Edwardian period in British history.. Looking at all this old footage just reminds me how fleeting life really is.
Noone lives forever… at the most 100 years if you’re lucky. But are you really lucky? I don’t think I’d want to be the last one standing with most of my loved ones I knew the longest gone.. I wouldn’t want that. I’m not suicidal, but hell, I’m ready to check out of this life now, I really wouldn’t mind. It gets unbearable sometimes to watch people worrying and suffering in the world… let alone my own worries and troubles.
We just have to muddle against it I suppose.
