My mother has two friends: an eighty year old man who did not want to go but died of cancer and an eighty-two year old woman who wanted to die but was saved from ruptured appendicitis.
Both these two people seemed to have robust health, one before the diagnose of terminal cancer and the other before the appendix ruptured. Neither lack money, they had substantial holdings in the bank. You may ask then, why the different out look in life?
The only difference I can see is the deceased viewed his life as meaningful as he was actively helping the poor in Thailand. The woman who survived viewed her life as meaningless because she herself thought she has finished the useful part of her long life. The sad part is that she might live on much longer as her own mother actually had a life-span of 105.
None of us can choose exactly how long we live unless we count suicide attempt. Whether a long or short life, I suppose we have to live it as best as we could. Indeed life could be more meaningful if we live to serve others in ways that we are limited to by circumstances.
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