on continuing to write stories and poems

First, just on continuing. I'm not going to commit suicide. I don't trust me to execute well any of the methods I can think of. I would not want to remain here badly disabled, unable to joke and tease and carry on a conversation or write or read. No thank you.

Is there a positive reason to continue? Yes, I like my interactions with my friends and my caregivers. I like joking and teasing and conversing and writing and reading. I like maintaining my website or creating a new one.

So yes, I'll hang around until the universe tires of me or my body tires of the universe.

So much for continuing.

Now, on continuing to write stories and poems: why not? I enjoy it and think I do it well. As far as I know, it harms no one. So far my poems don't embarrass me. (I have read some poems by old men who once were respected poets, and know they would embarrass me.) Yeats did not go gently. He raged against old age and the politics around him. I haven't gotten to my rage yet. but I write good poems about current happenings in my life or that I perceive in other people's lives.

So yes, while I'm here I'll write.

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