It’s not the
end, it looks like the end and we accepted it is the end. The story of many who
gave up before their victory came. I have seen many patients on the ward,
they simply lost hope and gave up on life. While some fought till they could
hold on no longer, they clutched at every available ray of hope, the love of
their family members pushing them on pulling them a day at a time out of the
deepest abyss of despondence. All that we hold important and dear pales at the
sight of impending death. The quick flash of the various times we should have
helped or taken an alternate decision we did not, the help we should have
rendered that we refused too. The days we spent away from our family behind the
desk at work considering it more important than the people that matter most in
our lives. The times spent with friends, cherished moments, the ha-moments,
happy times, sad times. The fears anxieties and days of uncertainty, it all
comes to one single thing, what is important what is that thing that we cannot
do without, what are the things we will give up for that singular thing. The days
suddenly disappear one after the other, the hair becomes grey, beards sprout
the skin wrinkles, gradually the teeth fallout, walking becomes more tedious,
the bones creak with each movement, and the eyes grow dim, hearing becomes difficult
and the pills pile up in number daily to ease the pain and make ones existence
more bearable.
Before that age
comes and the night and day merge into one for eternity love all, waste not,
live life imparting others, give hope to the hopeless, wipe the tears of those
that are weeping, visit the ones in prison, forget not the widows nor the
orphans, feed the hungry cloth the naked. At the end when we give up the last
breath, when the death rattle emanating from us is echoed of the walls of that
room, we will have a smile creeping across our face because we have lived not
merely existed. Don't give up, fight on, fight don't give up!
