Monday, January 9, 2012

Cybernetic Gorilla Vs Old Age




Heard of the death of my friend’s grandfather, RIP age 100+.

I always visit my wife’s grandmother aged 100+, when I looked at her, paying attention to her movements and the way she looked at people. It seems that she have gone back into childhood. Way back from childhood, like a baby. When the time that we can’t survive on our own. That we need to depend on people for our existence.  She can’t walk on her own, she can’t see properly, her memory system is full thus she can’t remember or recall anything. Just like an old PC, hard disk are taking a long time to read and store and memory is always full.

I reflect it to myself, how a strong and healthy man like me can 1 day be old and will need to depend on people to survive. Now I can live all by myself, I can survive and with no one’s help I can live through only to find myself alone and wanting a partner. But still I can survive. But a baby can’t survive on it’s own, the baby need someone to take care to survive, if not he’ll die.

What if you are old, and found out that you can’t walk on your own?

Can’t  see what is in front of you, permanently?

Can’t remember what you did 2 minutes ago?

Can’t hug your loved ones?

Can’t go to the toilet by yourself?

Can’t eat by yourself?

Just waiting for life’s end while others continue on in the world that once you have journey too.

Are you afraid?

Are you afraid to get old?

Everyone will get old, so there’s no way to avoid getting old unless you did the rockstar thing. Kill yourself before you get old. SO what do you think we should do?

Appreciate Life and Enjoy it because you will get old.

Is 60 consider old? Or 80? Or 90? 100?

You retired at 55, so you got about a few years left before you can go skating youself. SO use your time wisely. Don’t  sleep so much, come out and enjoy the world, stop sitting in front of a book face website and forget about life. Get angry, get happy, get sad, get weird, get wicked , feel everything…

Before you can’t feel anything….

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