I've always found it odd when my fellow peasants furiously lock away funds for retirement.

If you don't get hit by a bus or get terminal cancer between here and there, the economy might not be there, the climate might not be survivable, on and on.

I don't understand this fetish about profoundly sacrificing today to potentially live comfortably when your body has betrayed you, your very mind and self is betraying you, and the high point of your day is thinking about the past, again if you're very lucky and get there to begin with.

As someone who set up medical equipment for the elderly for 10 years, I did not hear one single good review of allowing oneself to make it to old age. It's like watching that raccoon in that gif getting upset when the cotton candy it found dissolves in the river and it's frantically trying to pull it back out.

Your life is back that way gramps, your entire being is trying to call it, take the message. These aren't your golden years, that was advertising bullshit, these are your shit and piss and dust years regardless of nestegg. You can try to wrap that shit in gold leaf, but you should have spent that money on cruises back when your senses and your failing cognition could take in and enjoy the full experience, not some shadow of it through your pseudo-corpse reliant on 12 kinds of daily pills to stave off nature taking its course.