It is the certainty of death that renders existence meaningful, gives each moment value. Eternal life is my definition of absurdity; and of hell. Were life – as opposed to the soul – endless, nothing would have any relative merit or interest.
Age does work as a cruel and inexorable partner to the mongrel fate and genetic legacy that render many lives difficult, if not miserable or worse.
There is room in this world for everything and that’s one of the things about ageing – as we age we sit more comfortably in our skin so that we become more truly who we really are, and that means that we become diverse. When we accept death it seems to me that it frees us up to live more fully exactly how we want to live. We know there is an end point. And it’s getting closer and closer.