When will I die?

When I am old enough to die, where will I go to die? Will I die in luxury lying down in a bed facing the beach at my son’s multi million dollar residence or slowly give up my fight lying at the gate of a multinational bank protesting their decision to acquire my assets against a defaulted loan? May be I will fall off the staircase, may be I will be so frail that some ruffian will think that it is fun just to knock me down as I return from my Sunday grocery shopping. Or government will send a secret agent to slay me because I am crossing 85yrs and will be eligible for a big senior citizen pension from next day onwards. If I don’t die of my old age, how will I die? Will I commit suicide or get shot accidentally in a pub drinking beer? May be a flowerpot will fall into my head from a balcony as I bend down to scrap away the chewing gum that got stuck under my right shoe sole. Or will I die in a foreign country working there or fall off the cliff while marveling the scenic beauty of nature as a tourist?

Whatever way I die or wherever I die, thanks to the million reasons that keep me alive. Thanks to all the people helping me survive, and thrive. Thanks to all the things that make me smile.

Thanks to life.