Looking back, my mind is flooded with memories of the yesteryears. Perhaps this is what they refer to when they say one’s life flashes by, just before passing on, but passing on to what?
I am riddled with questions, but I refuse to ask, “Why?”. It seems futile when there are no answers to the question. And so the countdown begins to year 2025.

My doctors predict that I am unlikely to see beyond the year 2025. With what time I have remaining, I could mope around or I could make the best use of my remaining time. I have chosen the latter.