I Only Want To Live Till The Age of 75

And here's my reason.

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There is no need for a suicide watch.

But seventy-five years is how long I want to live.

I may not count down the numbers, or I could outlive the three scores ten allotted to men and five years extra I've bargained with myself.

Albeit, it's wishful thinking. It's not for me to decide how long I shall live or when I die.

But should I have it my way? I have 23 years left as of today.

Spending time with my future grandchildren is among the many things I look forward to enjoying. But looking at today's generation, I must prepare myself for disappointing surprises—grown children, teens, and adolescents seldom want to be around older folks. I must condition my mind to accept this reality as I grow older.

So, today, I live life with gratitude, treasure every moment with my son, and hope to impact as many lives for as long as possible positively.

But I'm not lying; getting old scares the hell out of me.

I hear you…

“Donnette you're out of your freaking mind. I’m 75 and feel just fine — I’m living the best years of my life”.