At some point, I know the end will come.

My heart squishing in my ear? It will get a ragged beat and stop, with me getting dizzy at first.

Merle Haggard will die and the universe will be empty, a barren shell.

The older I get, the more ok with death I become. What was I fighting for?

You must ask yourself: do I really, really enjoy life?

Judging from social media posts, no you don’t. Not really.

There will be no Mondays and no coffee.

You will be free.