The glass is half full; not half empty
Wednesday, July 27th, 2005
I’m just reminded of my grandmother who is turning 82 this year. She was at my house for a couple of days for her eye treatment.
I was chatting with sister about her, when she told me some of the conversations that she had with grandmother. One that struck me was the fact that my grandmother is actually ready to… die. “Until 90, I think it’s already enough.” I was just greatly disturbed by her statement although I didn’t hear it first-hand.
It was then that really struck me about life. There are just so many things to learn about life and yet life is short. I tried to reason out her statement: could it be that she’s very contented with the life that she has? It’s logical to accept fate that everyone will die eventually. But why 90? I don’t know if that’s a sign of surrender? Or rather, satisfaction?
Then I imagine myself in her shoe – at 82. How life would be like? Will I be as curious, as questioning, and as intuitive as I was in the days of my youth – or just can’t wait for the days of my life to end? How would life be if you started living alone, when your life partner and close friends die earlier, and your children won’t be able to spend a lot of time with you because of their own personal life demand?
I’ve heard this statement before, and this time, it somehow becomes very real to me now, echoing really loud at me, over, and over, and over again : “Life is short. Live life to its fullest.” I tend to complain and grudge at the small, menial stuff in life. However, the statement now really shuts my big fat mouth.
I appreciate life a little bit more…
I really admire my grandmother for her strong physique despite her age. She can still walk, and has very good memories. I thank God that He has blessed my grandmother with the breath of life. I hope that this will continue for a very, very long time.
Live life to its fullest.