Infinitely little time left...

It's occured to me more and more lately, that I really lacked the discipline in my formative years, which was the mistake of a lifetime. Wasted fucking years. Grey hairs well before my time, and a total waste of untapped potential. From lack of utilization, the wellspring is dry, and I may very well live the rest of my years in relative mediocrity, and anger, which will dissipate into a familiar melancholy... Prolonged solitude at this age would perhaps grease the sentient disciplined wheel and allow me to pull off a most absurd move, but with the kids and all, it's simply hard to tell them what must be done. I have to do it though, no matter how painful. It shall be done. I am gone.