Age

Watching the old people drive around the hospital in a cataract haze leads me to question the advancement of my own years. Will I live that long, until every day activities become a struggle and fear of the unfamiliar overtakes excitement for the undiscovered? Is life futility when you know that death is near? Is there anything past the struggle to wring out those last few precious painful moments of existence? I remember when my Grandmother was close to death. We were giving her pain meds but she thought we were trying to keep her alive. She begged us to stop, to let her die. As our medical science becomes more advanced more and more people will die in the agony of a body dragged into terminal cell death. Is that worth living for?