W2R
Moderator Emeritus
Believe me, I understand! The only way I can accept taxes is to just accept that I can do nothing about them, pay them, and then just let it go and think of something else.I think I have accepted death however I can’t get over paying taxes [...]
I can't seem to do that with death, though. Dylan Thomas (quoted below) would like my attitude although sometimes it seems like raging against the dying of the light, is like tilting at windmills. I keep thinking there must be SOME way to gain immortality SOME how, but of course there isn't. At least not yet.
Dylan Thomas - 1914-1953Do not go gentle into that good night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Don't let this post alarm anybody. I am not facing any life threatening illnesses. I am just growing old like all of us are.