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I was ready to die when I was 30. Well, not ready, but it wouldn't have bothered me that much. Then came my kids. They are still young, and at home, and I simply cannot die. I have responsibilities that I absolutely must attend to. Dying holds little fear for me, but whereas it would have only been an inconvenience/annoyance when I was 30, now it is something I MUST avoid until I have made certain that my children can fend for themselves.
As for the blogger in the OP, I understand completely what he's saying, but I'm 10 years away from that point right now.
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