As WordPress continues to recycle old prompts, I pulled another prompt from The Coffee Monsterz Co to respond to today
Imagine yourself 15 years older. What do you hope you don’t become?
Holy shit, I’m gonna be 66 in 15 years!
One thing I don’t want to be when I’m 66 is dead, or at least dying. The Old Man died at 67, and the thought of checking out that early scares the hell out of me. More than that. Kid 2 will be 25. Kid 1 will be 33. I’m not ready to leave them alone to the world at that age.
Realistically, I don’t think I’m going to die at 67., Or even 66 for that matter. I think I’m going to live longer than the old man did. But for right now the thought of dying that young scares me. 
I would hope that when I’m 66, I mean, ideally, I would be retired. But right now, as I’ve said another blogs, death is my retirement plan. I don’t say that to sound completely morbid either. I just don’t see a way in which I could retire anytime soon. I mean hell, the old man was working right up until the point where he got sick and ultimately died. And he had a pretty good job!
I hope I’m wrong. I hope to God I’m wrong. This is one time I would like to be way off base. But I see the way things are going in my country right now. Even aside for my government to send in a fascist, and that seems to be gaining speed with every passing day, things are getting more expensive than ever. Insurance covers less than ever has before. Wages are not going up commensurate with the cost of living.
Another concern, this is something that I wrote about previously. I feel like I’m in a place in my life right now where I don’t have any goals. While it is pleasant for enjoying life and living in the moment, it makes me have a hard time envisioning the future. I have no idea what my life is going to look like in 15 years.
I know this much though: I don’t want to become some senile crotchety geezer. Furthermore, if I have my choice between going out like a firework – the The Old Man did; or going out like a slow burning candle like I feel Mother is, I’d rather go out like the firework.
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