We seek agelessness. We search for the miracle cure to stay young. We try to grow wiser, but not older. Old age was once respected as the ultimate wisdom, now it’s equal to illness, disease, forgetfulness, and immobility.
Eventually, we all get to that certain age where only a slight moment of life is left and we are separated from death by a few breaths—maybe even just one—when the heart stops. Is that the moment we finally release ourselves from the constant fear of aging, or can we live in a continuous moment of agelessness now?
Heart attacks, for example, are a surprise that hit more people in America than any other illness. It’s a lifestyle disease, and like many other illnesses, chronic once diagnosed. We succumb to the belief that taking drugs to survive is the future for us. Why? Because we are aging and we are no longer able to live without illness. How preciously do we consider life as we feed and nurture ourselves? Our body is a shell, a vehicle for us to exist in here in this life, but we are dependent on this vehicle for our existence and we will never again have a chance like this one to be in this body. Why don’t we care more about how we treat it? How come we don’t consider it a precious gift and treat it with the utmost care? Why don’t we love it everyday? How about thanking it?
Life is a fleeting moment in the larger scheme of things. But we don’t see it that way until that fleeting moment happens, when life and death are separated by exactly that—a moment. Does it take that much to wake us up to our gift of being human here and right now?
It’s a strange thing, life. One moment it’s here the next it’s gone. How much do we have to do with it? Can we realize the importance in that final moment and take up the fight? Do we have a say? Do we even believe we have a say?
