When all the tasks and errands are done I’m left to wonder what is left in my life. My energy and funds are limited. I can get by, but to what purpose? I pay taxes, work, consume, sleep, repeat. But where is the joy? Where is the sense of accomplishment? Do I have to keep doing this? I’d rather close up shop, have a few good months traveling and then submit my body and organs for science and donation. I don’t need to be here and I could help a lot of people through vacating. That could be my contribution. My job, home, resources, and organs carefully distributed to support others who need them. That would be a great joy. To pass on the good things I have for others. Life holds nothing more in store for me but an ending and I welcome it.