Until numbers become meaningless.

I hated arithmetic. And math. Anything connected to counting. This and that. Especially the years. When turning 40, I wanted to lose track. Of the years. Counting. Counting.  Now that I'm 80. I've doubled my time on Mother Earth. But it only reminds me. That time  is running out. Rarely do people live past 100.  I don't have another 40 years. Maybe not even 5 or 10. Numbers. Numbers. They can be depressing. Reminders. One more year. Is one more less. Until numbers become meaningless.  That's the way it should have been. Right from the start. --Jim Broede