Fears.

 Life and living, are both something wonderful yet mysterious and so very unpredictable. 

I am feeling slightly mellow this morning. . .

Kept thinking about my fears in the past 2 days and feeling affected when dementia is brought up. I am right in front of a train advertisement educating people about people who have dementia and encouraging the public to be more patient and have empathy. Sigh. .  Why?

They have a nice site name though: forgetusnot.sg

My fears. I have plenty. But the top few…. Cancer and growing old.

I don't fear death, but I have a fear of growing old. The physical problems we'll inevitably have, the people/things/memories we will eventually lose, and so many more that will deteriorate over time... 

We all know growing old and dying is the way of life, it is something no one can change… And I wonder.. why are lives so cruelly ‘made’. We come in raw form (as babies) grow up to progress to learn and to be better each day only to grow old to witter with pain before dying. Dying is fine. But the last journey to death is terrible. Why do we grow up focussing so much on material things we can’t bring along with us when we age and eventually die?