I am not a senior citizen, despite the implications of what I choose to write about here. I am not depressed, neither am I recovering from grief at the loss of a loved one, nor does this have anything to do with the possibility of a pandemic wiping us all out. I am simply thinking about death because I find myself doing that a lot more than I used to.

It isn’t as morbid as I once thought it would be, possibly because I have come to terms with the fact that none of us will be around at some point. That would never have occurred to me as a teenager, naturally, when my body told me that the world was mine for the taking, and the possibilities ahead were limitless.