At 33, I still have the same wish – to die in my mid-30’s… the ideal age is 35. And if that happens, I pray that Death finds me while I’m at my soundest slumber… minus the agonizing pain, behind the tears and weeping of those I love so dear.
I have always been afraid of growing old… lonely and alone. It’s a punishment, I suppose. So death is a reward and a tap on my back that seem to speak: “You’ve done your part well enough, it’s time to finally rest!”
But as you see, the additional 2 years in SHS has prodded me to defer my grand farewell until our bunso has earned his college degree. (so, that means, I had to wait until I’m 37).
I haven’t seen enough of life neither I have the reasons to be damn tired. Life is beautiful especially if it’s blessed with wonderful and truest bunch of creatures in the guise of family and friends. But, I just wish I am done soon.
In the meantime, I’d choose to enjoy the company of selected few genuine people…
Thank you all for remembering me on this special day.