What is this existence but a breeze that comes and goes?
Sometimes I cannot help myself but question why do we even have to die at the end. No matter how much I try to justify death by saying that we can live in the moment and that this life has to end, for a reason, it still hurts sometimes.
I work with a mentally ill person who was also diagnosed with terminal cancer. She is hardly aware of her surroundings and her current condition. I feel so bad for her because she is almost like a child, except that now her hair is falling because of the chemotherapy that she has been receiving. It is truly a depressing situation.
So I question myself again, what is the point of all this? Is this a learning experience? A big test ?
We suffer so much anxiety and depression in our lives, that it sometimes feels unbearable. It encompasses us to the point of defining who we are. Should we allow our pain define us? What would we be without our memories?
I’m currently living the fall season of my existence … soon I will start living winter. I am falling slowly and stepping closer to the end of my existence . My grayish hair and growing wrinkles are a reminder of my mortality .
But I have no choice but to accept it.
Simply live the moment the best way I can.