A lot of people I talk to say if they had a choice they'd like to just drop dead so they wouldn't have to suffer. Not me. I want to know I'm dying. I want to die a long, slow death. I don't want to suffer, but people don't suffer these days. There are good medicines -- thankfully-- to prevent pain and suffering. but I want to have time to say good byes, to smell the roses and the fresh air one more time, to snuggle with my wife, to hold my daughters (or granddaughters if I'm old). I want to play catch one more time, to share wisdom, and to drain the writing well dry.
I think a lot of people would choose the easy way, the painless way (again, I don't think there has to be pain with all the meds available) to end it all, and I respect that. I understand why someone would choose that (not that we have the choice anyway). But I would like to choose the less popular route because for no other reason than I'd like to share the ride to tell the story, to write about the adventures all the way to the bright light seen down the tunnel that leads to the pearly gates and the promised land. I love life, and I want to absorb, to share, as much of it as I can.
And I suppose that's why I write in the first place.