See these lilies?
They are working damn hard to turn that sunlight into something beautiful, and the moment they let go is the moment they die. I don't wanna die. Do you? I want to live forever and ever. With cake. And beautiful music. And oodles of money. I'd have a closet full of purses, kick-ass boots, wall to wall shelves for a personal book collection that could rival the library of congress, and medical care would not be an issue, because I'd never get sick.
On a personal note, my kids would be set for life. No more worrying about if they get good grades or are capable of supporting themselves. They would inherit gobs of money, just like Donald Trump. Who knows, maybe one of them will be the next President of the United States.
Let go of my unrealistic expectations?
Letting go is for chumps.