I’ve realized that it isn’t death that I fear, it’s the process that leads up to death that bothers me.
So you’re born and you live this life and one day you look down and see your mother’s hand or father’s leg. And you realize that you are not “all that and a bag of chips” anymore. You’ve gained weight in all the wrong places. Those few greys in your thirties that everyone admired have now become your predominant hair color. Where you once passed the window in the store at the mall and said to yourself, “hey she’s cute, wow that’s me,” you see this old lady wearing skinny jeans and thinking, “someone should tell her that skinny jeans are for the young and in shape.”
Well shit. When did this happen? How did this happen? My body is not going in the same direction as me. Hey.....you.....body, where ya going?
We can’t take it with us. You’ve heard that before. We are born with nothing and we die with nothing. And our bodies couldn’t care less about your panic attack over some wrinkles. We rot. Our bodies simply use up its resources and don’t replace them. It’s called aging. It’s natural, the way it’s supposed to be. We’re eternal, but not to this life. This life is but one journey in our eternal soul's quest for knowledge.
We can’t take it with us. You’ve heard that before. We are born with nothing and we die with nothing. And our bodies couldn’t care less about your panic attack over some wrinkles. We rot. Our bodies simply use up its resources and don’t replace them. It’s called aging. It’s natural, the way it’s supposed to be. We’re eternal, but not to this life. This life is but one journey in our eternal soul's quest for knowledge.
We don’t think about this when we’re young. We’re too busy having or seeking fun. As we age and things begin to change for us, like not being able to mow the grass anymore, we acknowledge but don’t dwell on it. Then comes the day that you can no longer ignore it. You can barely get out of bed. Everything hurts. You’re exhausted, not exhilarated. But this life goes on and you do your best to get through another day.
I have a beautiful family to inspire me to continue my existence. I am caring for my aging father, who has Alzheimer’s and is 91, so visits to my children, grand-children and now great-grandson, are limited, but someday I will be able to dedicate more time to them.
It’s all about love. And tolerance. Of yourself. We take ourselves too seriously. We take this life too seriously. We are all trying to navigate this journey, some as enlightened beings understanding what is happening. And others who have not yet reached that place where they can understand what life really is.
It’s all about love. And tolerance. Of yourself. We take ourselves too seriously. We take this life too seriously. We are all trying to navigate this journey, some as enlightened beings understanding what is happening. And others who have not yet reached that place where they can understand what life really is.