An unworthy goal

Another aging baby-boomer friend was lamenting his 56th birthday. He said he thought for sure he would have died by now and had been counting on it; he felt betrayed that he was still alive! He said that now he will just have to rethink his maximum age.

I told him that it is stupid to have death as a goal. That is one goal we do not have to set for ourselves! It is one that we will all successfully reach (or so they say). Death, the universal goal, the tape we all will break no matter how fast we run or how slow we crawl. So why not enjoy the course, stop and talk to the spectators along the way, and sometimes even walk the other direction? Why do we have to be so focused on reaching the end?