I just read a comment left by our dear blogging friend Mel. It was to the effect that I am not defined by my medical conditions, I am ME. Yes, I have serious medical conditions that do play a part in my life. That is the thing, they play a part in my life but they are not my life. My life is still mine to live. I and I alone am responsible for living my life and how I live it.
The vast majority of us dread the thought of dying even fear death and will go to almost any measure to prolong our lives for as long as we can. This must mean we value our lives, we value the time we have on this earth. A question keeps rolling around in my head. If we value this time so very much, why do we waste it? Why do we stop living life and start to just endure it? What do I mean by enduring life? Struggling just to get through each day, just to get up and do it all over again, and again and again just seemingly waiting for it all to end. We stop living life long before it physically ends.
How to we get to the point where we finally realize that each of us individually is responsible for his/her own life and then actually takes responsiblity for how they live it. We pass responsibility for our lives to others, to past events or current situations. I would but I can’t because……. There are millions of excuses why internally we emotionally just curl up in a ball and stop living long before our physical death.
My medical conditions do not determine who I am They may limit me, my activities in some ways. They do not stop me from living my life.
Accepting physical limitations with declining health is a difficult adjustment to make,it is very humbling. But, again these limitations are but one part of my life and do not have to define my life. I still have a life to live aside from and apart from all of that.
I know what I am trying to say, does that make any sense at all?