Tuesday, November 20, 2007
We all know life is fragile. But, unless we are sick or in pain, we don’t really think about it. Our bodies might be sturdy, our armours and yet at times they feel like rice paper that the smallest thing could piece.
Last week was a rough one for some relatives. They received bad news. I feel sad for them as well as somewhat guilty because I’m planning my Christmas list.
I feel bad to be happy and joyful when some people are dealing with the fact that this might very well be their last Christmas. We all know that we are going to die, one day, but knowing that you may have only so much time left, that’s something else. We often hear “Life is too short”, “We only live once”, “Make the most of this life”, it might be true. We don’t always choose how and when we’ll leave this world (except for people like my dad). We don’t choose to get older, it just happens. We can choose how we aged though. We don’t always reach our goals or get what we deserve. We do what we can, but what about what we believe?
Hubby and I talked about it and even if it’s only “theoretically” we both agreed that we would try to do as much as possible to enjoy the time we had left, especially if we’re able to, physically.
What about you, if you were facing your death or your spouse’s, how do you think (we can only assume here) you would want to spend that time? Would you want to travel, see the things you never did or stay home with those you love as much as possible? Would you let yourself go and await death, or would you try everything possible to fight this? Would you choose to die in peace with yourself and those around you, with dignity or would you let the medical system prolonged your life by medical means? All these questions are hypothetical, because none of us knows how we would really react when facing our own mortality… But at the same time, I believe that those are questions we should ask ourselves before we are actually facing that time. I know I did.