Been thinking a lot lately about “mortality”. Not that I’m afraid I’m about to die tomorrow [although I could] but more a realisation that life is slipping by at an ever accelerating rate.
I don’t want to be 65 and then try – that may be too late. Even though it’s obviously possible, the risk of it not happening increases with passing time.
That’s why we had to jump in the Glencairn deep end. That’s why we have to sever the ties to the Jhb life in the next couple of years.
It’s not that life as it is cannot just continue, it’s that we’ve really had enough and it’s time.