When I was young, , I had a feeling of invulnerability. that life would go on despite the odds I put in it's way, 13 motorcycle mishaps, landing outside the airport. skateboard speeds that can only be braked by bushes.
Now, body parts failing one by one, two already replaced, in defiance of "kingdom" promises.
Dying might be good for the human race, novel genes, ideas to the front. Most old people, even JWs seem to go satisfied, naturally tired, old in years.Never have heard an older one openly recriminating about not living on, not in that shape anyway, had some lucid ones joking though.