Sometimes in life everything changes. You move house, a great friend dies, you move cities or countries and suddenly you realise that your choice to be happy lies ultimately with you. You thought it was dependent on having children around you or seeing your friends. That's all been left behind. So what is there left?
Just you. But you have the secret to life. Your dying friend has told you that life doesn't end here. She is being shown this. From here there's nothing more to fear. She holds my hand and whispers, "Have  a happy life."  I will.

We're all looking for a meaning to life. How can we leave a mark in this world so we're not immediately forgotten? Who will remember us? How do we give ourselves a purpose?
The only answer to that in this increasingly meaningless and disconnected world is to have children.
If you're in your fifties, bored and alone have IVF to boost your life,
You're a male on his own why not adopt an orphan refugee child? It will give you someone to love who loves you back and add to your life direction.
Even though there will soon be nearly nine billion people on earth most people have lost their way to such an extent that children have become the new world religion. I worship at the altar of baby.

Cancer. Everyone is terrified of it as it could mean the D word. And this often comes with a long and lingering demise. We let ourselves be hacked at by doctors -the only thing that can't be cut off is your head. Our whole body is filled with poison to kill the cancer cells. We'll look back in 100 years and think how primitive and barbaric we were. Just as we do now with veneral disease. Before antibiotics the cure was mercury. "Wow mercury is a deadly poison", we say. I suppose much like chemotherapy. In other words we kill ourselves to kill the disease. Death is the worse thing that can ever happen?

Morality especially that of the church seems to boil down to one word - acceptance of suffering and even using suffering to make you stronger in life. That seems to be the justification against people being able to choose what they want to happen in their life. People must suffer if they are ill and not be able to choose to leave this life behind. Their families want them here and the system could be abused if we open the floodgates to allow mercy killing.

A neighbour now has lung cancer. She has had the operation where the doctors cut out half your lung. From being contained cancer within one lung it seems to go into hyperdrive to become lung cancer in both lungs and bone cancer in the rest of your body. You end up on morphine of course which means you're totally constipated and without any appetite. The morphine of course has to be controlled so it doesn't kill you right away and you're left to suffer while you contemplate death. A pleasant ending according to society

Death. The most interesting topic in this life to contemplate and live your life around. We only have a limited time which we all know but don't ever accept or contemplate. If we do we are considered morbid and depressives,
I don't agree. In fact acceptance of death makes you a much more balanced and consequently a far happier individual. Avoiding the topic fuels fear and adds to problems and life dramas. You'll be too scared to travel, too scared to start a relationship, unable to contemplate a new career. In fact most life problems boil down to non-acceptance of death in some form,
It fascinates me that even people with advanced cancer or old age all hope to be given just that little extra time. To do what exactly?

Time what an important thing to think about. This century is the first in history to have swollowed up time completely. Before even during wars when the soldiers were waiting for the action to start there was some free time. Now there is none unless you deliberately make some. Every minute there's something to watch, to reply to, to be involved with. There often isn't even enough time to talk or socialise as to do's build up and have to be responded to immediately otherwise people feel neglected,

People imagine there will be a time after school, uni, work, family when there will be a bit of breathing space. But we have crammed our lives so full is that ever going to happen? And why is there no time? Is it deliberate or circumstantial?

I'll leave you to contemplate that one. How closely examined do you want your life to be?