"It's all downhill from there, baby. No more looking back."
Dead was something I sincerely promised I would be once I turned 33. Five months ahead and I would have reneged on that vow. Spoke to friends and some acquaintances, and it turned out I am not alone in this pilgrimage of sorts, a journey towards oblivion. Or to some of them, simply a fear of the unknown, or of being a virtual unknown.
But personally, it was simply embracing the inevitable.
You must be asking why. Try reaching 30 first.