In my youth or middle age (hopefully no more than twenty years ago) I occasionally pursued the obituaries. I wasn’t looking for any name I recognized rather I jumped to the bottom of the write up to see the age of the deceased. Sometimes there was no age; I took that as a good sign.
I recall finding someone age 70 or 75 and thinking, they had a good run‼️ No they didn’t, what was I thinking? As I got older, my definition of a “good run” increased. It’s at the point where immortality is looking reasonable.
Now that I have passed my previous low end “good run” definition I’ve decided to set new standards; nothing less than three digits. Better still, I’ve given up reading the paper.
It’s funny how your perspective changes isn’t it?
Categories: Observations on life