Life
I'm starting to realise how fragile life is.
I consider myself lucky, since I haven't lost close people during my childhood. But that means I'm starting to lose them these days. Mainly because they are getting older. I never really thought my aunt would be the first. Her cancer was a total surprise, and then she suddenly died very soon after even finding out about her illness. It makes me a bit bitter, because the doctors didn't treat her as a human being. Only a subject that has an illness.
But that is in the past now. It's almost a year since she passed away.
Like I told before, my grandmother will probably die during this year. She's always been fragile, but strong. Yes, I've always thought she'd be the first one to go. But it's still too early...
What I've accepted is that everyone does indeed die. Yes, I've known it, but do people really get what it means?
I've been thinking about my own death. One day I'll be gone too. Maybe soon, maybe when I'm old. But I will die.
But when I do, what do I leave behind?
Have I accomplished anything? Who will miss me? Will someone from the past be sad about the fact that we grew apart?
I want to make my dreams come true before it's too late. If I really want to do something (which is not impossible), I should do it.
People don't want to be forgotten. Don't you think it's about time to start making memories, then?
I consider myself lucky, since I haven't lost close people during my childhood. But that means I'm starting to lose them these days. Mainly because they are getting older. I never really thought my aunt would be the first. Her cancer was a total surprise, and then she suddenly died very soon after even finding out about her illness. It makes me a bit bitter, because the doctors didn't treat her as a human being. Only a subject that has an illness.
But that is in the past now. It's almost a year since she passed away.
Like I told before, my grandmother will probably die during this year. She's always been fragile, but strong. Yes, I've always thought she'd be the first one to go. But it's still too early...
What I've accepted is that everyone does indeed die. Yes, I've known it, but do people really get what it means?
I've been thinking about my own death. One day I'll be gone too. Maybe soon, maybe when I'm old. But I will die.
But when I do, what do I leave behind?
Have I accomplished anything? Who will miss me? Will someone from the past be sad about the fact that we grew apart?
I want to make my dreams come true before it's too late. If I really want to do something (which is not impossible), I should do it.
People don't want to be forgotten. Don't you think it's about time to start making memories, then?