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Why would you think that, Numan?

What is a loss to you is not necessarily a loss to me.

I enjoy life, love a good laugh, have wonderful friends. I cry when something exquisite, sad, loving or simple touches my heart. I can touch the incredible and infinite existence of my soul. I'm rendered speechless by the beauty of nature, by animals of all kinds, by the innocence and honesty of children, by my granddaughters' smiles, by the compassion and helping hand given by one stranger to another...and by so much more, every day.

I don't feel any sense of loss due to the fact that some man-made things bore me. What lights my fire may not light yours. And that's okay.

I've done so much more in 62 years than I ever thought I would. I'm content. I welcome new experiences, but won't chase after them. Let them come to me; it's better that way.

If you'd like to pity my 'loss' that's fine. But I won't join you in that.


Depends on one's definition of educated. Life is my school and I'm always in attendance.

Sure, I shuffled through what, to me, were dry, dismal, waste-of-time years sitting in classrooms, memorizing what was then, and still is now, generally useless to me...most of which I happily forgot when the final exam was over and I could get back to life.

Academically I got through easily enough. (I'm a member of MENSA but let it lapse years ago. I find those people a bit strange.) But I learned so much more of real importance...to me, at least...once the academics ended.

Life is short. All book-learning, music and art will be meaningless once I'm dead. My choice is to learn by following my heart and soul...and trusting them to take me exactly where I need to be. Not to your destinations, or anyone else's, but to mine.

For me, that pretty well sums it up.