My last year on Earth?

Should we be able to choose when to die?

I don't mean committing suicide at all, but once that everything seems to be hopeless in one person's life, why not to dismiss forever into the void?

Moreover, the life cycle seems fulfilled: love known, children had, professional expectations fulfilled, books written ... I start thinking, like Hamlet: " ... to take arms against a sea of troubles,and by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to, this is a consummation devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep;..."




... but before dying, there are a lot of words in my heart that must come out; I'd like to be a professional poet to write down those feelings that I couldn't communicate to whose I cared for.