Once you hit your 40s it really starts hitting you and the realization kicks in that you maybe have a handful of years left with those that you love that are older. And it doesn't help that the days go by faster. days and weeks mean nothing anymore, it's just one big blur.

Childhood heroes seem to drop one week after the next. old family friends gone. Seems like my Mom calls me every week and lets me know who has passed. Just have to try and value and appreciate the time that's left.

I listened to a deep dive on GRRM relatively recently and came away from hearing his life story with the same opinion - I can’t be mad if he doesn’t finish the series himself.

Personally I don't think that individual artists and authors can hand over the ‘legacy’ to someone else. If the art is a product of one person's mind, anyone else's vision won't cut it.

I wish for him to spend his time doing whatever he loves. If that's finishing the books or not, it doesn't matter. If I were him, I would just write Dunk and Egg and enjoy every minute of it. I think he loves that series more than any other.

A Game of Thrones changed my life, upon even reading that prologue chapter. It doesn't matter where the series ends.

I'm in my early 30s and I've had most of my immediate family pass away in the last two years. And it's absolutely destroyed me. I don't know how I'd contend with that and aging at the same time. Jesus. I feel for GRRM here.