This is exactly what I believe.

I am very comfortable that when I die I will be gone, dead, non-existent. In fact this is exactly what I want.

I'm just another living being, one of 107 billion that have been on this earth. At no point do I believe I'm special being part of the 107 billion.

I've had this discussion with a few people, and whilst I definitely don't want to die tomorrow it doesn't worry me that I might. I'm very comfortable with my mortality.

Also, when it comes to dying I've decided I want a Sky Burial. Hopefully after my organs have been harvested for donation or some form of medical research has been done on my dead body. I doubt this will happen, but I would like to be some use after I die. Feed me to the lions at the zoo or something like that.

Things they dig out of La Breya Tar Pit look younger than I do...

La Breya is in Hollywood.

You guys sure know how to cheer someone up!   :-P

Hence all those badly preserved creatures of indeterminable age, presumably.

Carbon dating is your friend.

OMG I should start a website!

Enjoy it. I had mine (big 50, that is) last month.

Late congratulations!

 

Belated thank you!

GET OFF MY LAWN!!!

 >-|

Not until I've finished relieving myself. These trousers show off the embarrassing damp patch far too well.

Embarrassing? What's that?

Was/is it hard to accept being 50?  40 was terrible, when I turn 50 I'll either have to laugh to keep from crying or jump in front of a truck.

I hit 50 two years ago and it didn't really bother me. I always think getting old is better than the alternative. Some of my friends never made it.

Nope, not hard at all. But then I had no problems with hitting 40.

TBH, the hardest was 20. After that, it's all been a breeze.

Nah.  I'm 56 and I'm boozing & schmoozing, artfagging and fornicating with aplomb.  With two plombs, actually.

One of the most positive changes since my forties has been that I give less of a fuck about anything with every passing year.  Greyhair & I have completely changed the direction of our work; I bought a mountain bike & take great pleasure in careering down a bridleway on the verge of being completely out of control.  I go to the park & bounce about on Poweriser stilts or fly my quadcopter.  I recently bought £200 of booze to fill a cocktail cabinet. I wear what the hell I want and say what the hell I want, in private or on public platforms.

Mid-life crisis? Whether I go by my death date tattoo or the sheer abuse I rain upon my body, I must be well over mid-way, and it certainly doesn't feel like a crisis; just liberation.

You are all an inspiration!  I hope I can approach 50 like that, but I doubt it.  40 was hard and every passing year just pisses me off more.  By the time 50 rolls around I'll be screaming at kids on my lawn and mumbling to myself!

I hit 58 back on June 21 (Thanks for the cards y'all) and I still feel as young as ever, apart from the tiredness, and arthritis. Oh, and the poor memory and awful existential doubt. Then there's the realisation that now I really never will sleep with Kate that I was in love with from 11, and that when I look at a pretty 25 year old now I come over as some kind of Jimmy Savile. I can overlook the 'senior' colleagues 20 years younger than me who patronisingly compliment my work in the 'database space', because, what the hell? I get to retire soon. Other than that it's pretty good really.

I think that is another cruel trick!  In your mind you don't feel different at all (well I do because my mind is broken) but in reality your body can't do what it used to.  The mind doesn't know that and tells the body to drink 12 beers or ride that bike for 20 miles.  Then the mind wonders what the hell happened!  Stupid mind anyway!

Time is a cruel thing, it really is!