People die....
As you get older you get to know more people. As you know more people you all get older. As you get older, the more people you know die.
It's too bad but it happens. No one gets out of here alive, and when people who are just a few years older than you die, you take stock of what your life has been like so far. If you are lucky, you find the love of your life and you are wildly happy.
Maybe you're happy for a few years, then life changes and you may resign yourself to self-imposed misery.
Sometimes the misery ends and life is wonderful again. When misery ends, it can be the end, death; or it can be the end of the pain and suffering. Sometimes, you may "frolic and detour" and wake up in another world where life is wonderful again. When you attend funerals you begin to think about wasted time and time wasted.
For many they have ended wasting time and have begun investing time and living again. A friend has created a FIIF Club. It stands for "F.......orget It I'm Fifty" or something like that.
Sadly, some people have to wait 50 years to start living.
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