in the absence of anything to complain about, life is good. my little brother likes to state that this is simply the rambling and complaints of a middle-aged complacent man who has no real anguish but simply time on his hand. in some respects he is correct, i often tease each friends that no one will break out their miniature violins for our suffering. with animals going extinct, poor starving from hunger and countless other tragedies happening daily my own strife seems insignificant. but pain and suffering is relative and we all are suffering in countless ways. important note, be nice to everyone as they are all suffering and they are also all the center. 

like a house falling apart, our bodies and minds after a certain point also collapse. we do our best to keep it together, we try to eat well, keep working and reading, if luck happens, this will sustain the inevitable for a period of time, but in the end the day will come when we will not wake up to face our mirror or toothbrush, our loved ones, our problems. our selves of tomorrow will already be different enough to make it feel as if you of today has gone away, left with another version of yourself but different nonetheless. that difference will continue to change until you and others will not even recognize you, only in photos will you be able to recall a bygone time. the only thing constant is change.

there is an idea among scientist that what makes us different from other creatures is our awareness of ourselves. with this, that we know we are coming to an end, have an infinite time and go about our lives in a normal fashion. to be, then to to know it will no longer be. that we get too old and frail to make a difference at the end is a telling twist of fate allowing one go softly into the fair night rather than raging at the opposition to it. that we will miss out on things, that we already have, this is the fate of man and one of their hardest things to come to terms with. that the world will continue but we will not.