If it were my choice, I would end it all right now. As the pain wears away at my decaying body, it does so to my soul as well. The life is fading away from my frail body like a trickle of water going down a drain. Each day as my last, I ponder my existence and resistance on this planet. Knowing that it's not the end until my body gives in. No more will I live in fear of people. Thoughts. Expectancies. For I am an old man, an old man with enough life to battle on, not because I have to, but because I need to. To prove to you that my conquest isn't over. Not yet. Although my power is fading, I will carry on until my last breath is breathed. Until my heart no longer beats. Until my brain no longer functions. But for now we all must realise the potential each and everyone of us behold. Although you may see me as old and that my time is up. Is yours? It is never too late to start a new journey or path into something. For I did the same thing. For I willingly took up the befuddled idea of chess at my age, to master it before I die. Make most of what you have. Time is of the essence, so make sure you essentially use up what you have left to make something of you. If not, don't worry, it's your life.