I'm trying to decide how I should end it all. Should I end it after 20 years, or on my 80th birthday? They're only a few weeks apart with my birthday first. I've toyed with the idea before—several times. There are days when nothing goes as planned, and even what I initially perceive as good days often reveal themselves to be less than ideal upon reflection. When reality falls short of my expectations, when I face failure, I am reminded that all things must come to an end.