The age for dying
So, what do you think is the appropriate age for dying?
95? 85?
Or do you think 75 would be appropriate, or you are not that
big a fan of multiples of 5, and you would prefer 99? Too greedy, aren’t you?
Each one of us will have an age that we think, will be
appropriate for us. No, I am wrong.
I humbly accept that I am wrong.
We do not think about death. We may have a huge fear of
death, but, most of us do not think about the age in which we will leave earth.
(I am not speaking about a travel to mars)
We do not want to think about it. No matter how pessimist
one can be, living at the present is more important. Dreaming about life may be
there, but that does not include the age criterion.
I might be planning of a great house with an underground
space for a huge library, but I do not think that I would be building it in 43
year.
The age criterion is entirely forgotten. When we go past our
early twenties, our birthdays are the only reminders of our ageing process. And,
we absolutely do not like the way, life ages us each year.
We do not like becoming old, because becoming old means
getting weak and fragile, and also an appointment with death. Isn’t it?
I may be partially correct, because, old age is not the only
age where you see death happening.
You see it across all age groups.
If a person passes away after living for eighty years, he
has lived his life before death took him. Yes. He will be leaving his loved
ones alone.
What about a person, who is leaving this world at 18 years?
Or at 10? Or at 5?
What do you think about it?
We see a lot of children dying out of hunger, out of
diseases, out of accidents, and many more reasons, for which they were least
responsible.
But nothing affects you like a death seen personally.
I am speaking about an 18 year old boy. He had been
suffering from Chronic Kidney Disease at such an young age, and he missed his
dialysis 2 days before he was brought to the hospital.
I can still remember that day.
It was a chilly December morning, and I was waiting for the
canteen to open to have a cup of coffee.
It was 5.oo Am on that day, and the roads were least
visible.
I was able to hear an ambulance coming to a sudden stop in
front of the hospital.
Out came the boy’s mother, her eyes pouring tears, and the
boy was wheeled in, and immediately the treatment was started. But, nothing
could save him from the clutches of death that day, and the only child of that
widowed poor mother was dead leaving his mother to cry her heart out in front
of the intensive care unit.
Seeing a young person, who is younger than you, die, will
make you realize many things in life.
Everyone is vulnerable, and with each passing day, the
chances are more.
Yes. The world is a harsh reality. We have to fight our way
in it, and incidents like these make me feel that there is no correct age for
dying, and also for learning about life.
From that day onwards, I have become more thankful, and life
has become more appreciable.
#impact
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