“Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely, in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting "Holy Shit, what a ride!"
~ Mavis Leyrer
The other day I was talking with a friend. She was telling me about her mom and her sister, and some of the things that go on between them. Now, to ensure that this is taken in the right light, I need you to understand that my friend’s sister loves their mother dearly. As a matter of fact, it is because of this love that the topic of this post has come to me.
The mother in this situation is 93. She has live a full life and is quite happy. She is still going strong, living on her own (with the help of her children for some of the physical demands of the up keep of a house.) As with most people who are 93…and many quite a bit younger…this woman has some health challenges. That is to be expected.
The sister is, however, very protective of her mother. She constantly scolds her about taking care of her health. “You shouldn’t do this. You shouldn’t eat that. You have to go to the doctor and get this checked out.” I certainly understand this. It is normal worry about a parent. But I feel that it is interfering with the life of my friend’s mother.
At 93 she deserves to enjoy her life to the fullest. She can afford to take a little less care about things. She should indulge in some things that might be viewed as bad or unhealthy for her. Of course I am not suggesting that she take this to an excess…but she shouldn’t be so worried about what she is doing as long as she is enjoying things…having a good quality of life.
It is my opinion that there is little difference between being dead, and not living in this case. This woman is being encouraged to be so cautious that she cannot enjoy life. If she was to follow the advice of her daughter, she would spend the rest of her life being so cautious that she would be in constant fear that anything she did was going to kill her. My question to you is, “Is it worth it?”
Is this living, or is this just animated death? Would there be any quality of life? I feel that the only difference between this and death would be that one would be aware of the fact that one is not living…and that is certainly no life. Death would be preferable…after all, the suffering would be over.
Even this woman’s doctor tells her not to worry so much about a little indulgence here and there. He tells her to enjoy her life.
Many of you would understand my point with this 93-year-old woman…but what I want to impress upon you is that it is no different for any of us. Whether we are 6 or 60 or 160 – or anywhere in between, we owe it to ourselves to live fully. To live fully in every moment, taking joy in each breath and each beat of our heart as we pursue a life of personal significance, is what we are on this physical plane to do. To do anything else is to waste the precious gift of life. Less would keep us from fulfilling our purpose, from doing what we came here to do.
I challenge each of you to spend a bit of time reflecting on what you would do if you were 93 and still mostly healthy and active. Would you hide yourself away, afraid that you would break, or would you go out and pursue life? Would you live in fear, or happiness? Why wait? Do it now.
There is little difference between death and not living, but if I had to have a choice, I would choose death…but more likely, I would choose to play by the rules that make the most sense, and I would live each day to the fullest.
That’s my choice. What will yours be? Leave us a comment and let us know.