Thought on Aging

The old lady sits in her mahogany chair in the living room, on a quaint but comfy chair and is surrounded by people who love her. These circumstances may appear favorable at first glance, one may even presume to assess that she is happy, maybe she is. However, while that is true, it is also true that she can feel her memory fading, her mind and body slowly releasing their grip on this mortal world. She grasps for fragments of memories, pieces of who she once was, but somehow as the years go by, it appears to be an ordeal that is increasingly more futile. What is one supposed to do in the face of aging? Cry? Muster up the courage to carry on? At first one may be capable of mustering the physical and mental strength required… but as the years pass it becomes increasingly more difficult.

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