I know OP meant well, but I hated this. I hate the beads. I hate the jars. I hate the thinking behind all of this.

For the record, I'm almost as old as OP and this is all the opposite of how I think. I cherish every day. I can't wait to get to work. And to play. And to eat good food, drink good beer, and hang out with good friends and family. Yesterday, I jogged through the woods, emailed 15 friends, had cake and ice cream with my mother, hung out on hacker news, and wrote some really cool code. Today will probably be even better.

Moving a bead from one jar to the other is not only depressing, it's sick. Throw out those jars, OP, and get on doing what you love.

I don't care how old I am or how old anyone else is. I don't even want to think about my death, I just want to keep on living my life.

I want to die in my sleep like my grandfather did, not screaming and yelling like everyone else in the car.

Original thread:  http://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=1868558