Death and dying
Ambition came to naught
I remember reading about the passing of the known writer Susan Sontag and how her son came to care for her near her end. I roughly recall he observed that all her ambition had come to naught. Her pride, her assertiveness, her ego, her principles and standards could not stand up to her imminent death. All her stands were compromised. She had become nervous and tortured and neurotic. Impending death left her little.
This was and is scary to ponder..