Where do I see myself in 10 years? Dead. Or if not dead, then the pretty close to it. I’ll be 72 then and I do not want to live a long life if I’m infirm, devoid of marbles, or in need of palliative care. I’m fully aware there are plenty of fit and healthy 72 year olds, but my health is not so good. I’ve been ill for a few years now and it certainly sobers the mind. However, I’m happy to let go of life, rather than live for years with the pain and suffering I see so many old people endure. I don’t want to live for a decade in a care home, pumped up on morphine. I’d rather go out before then, when people remember me for who I am now. I don’t suppose I get to choose, and I doubt the end will be pretty, but I want to embrace death not fear it.

I spent too long striving for things, trying to reach goals and looking for material success, but now I’ve let go of that, I no longer need, or want to be, anything and I’m happier for it. Now, there’s only one target left and it’s the ultimate target. And, that’s absolutely fine with me.