Old and Alive

This morning, I took Yanbing to the hospital for a prenatal checkup. Saw a lot of old folks there.

One of them, hair nearly all white (probably over seventy), was shuffling along with a prescription from the doctor.

Made me wonder: at that age, why bother seeing a doctor? Life’s almost at the end anyway.

Not that I don’t respect the elderly or value life. I just can’t grasp it. People know life eventually ends, so why go to such lengths to extend it? Even just for another day?

By the time folks are old, there’s so little to think about, so little to do. Is living just enduring the days?

Sometimes I think maybe those who pass in their prime, ending their story at the peak, have it right. Feels complete.

Living in constant anxiety, watching time slip by right in front of you.

Life’s purpose is hard to measure.

When faith is strong, it feels like the joy of living is walking with the Lord. Like what you do aligns with the Creator’s plan.

When faith wanes, life just seems so empty.

Don’t waste time. Do something meaningful. That’s where I’m at now.