When you sit among them, when you see how weak they are that they even cannot stand for a few minutes, when you see their wounds, or their hearing aids that break so often, when you feel them shaking, when you know they will die in a few days or weeks – then you must become a different person.
You might cry when you’re alone, because you see that these people still live – they watch TV, they enjoy sweets, and they like to go out when the sun is shining. Yet they’re dying.
Dying, but still alive, and coping with the difficulties of every day.
There’s a huge gap between us. When I’m among them, just watching them live, I feel that I really don’t understand. I don’t have a clue what it is like to be old and sick. With the whole life behind, many years – is there anything that could surprise you? Can you learn anything new?
I am young and strong, and healthy. I have my life in front of me. I can change things, I can decide. They’ve done all that. Now they’re looking at the end. They might reflect on their life, they might come back again and again to those wonderful moments…
I have everything ahead, waiting for me. And I can do what I want with my life. I can decide whether I will lead a life full of love and attention to its beauties, or whether I will get busy with things that have no real value. Will I work on building my own profile, riches and fame, or will I look into the eyes of others, and marvel at people’s gifts?
Will I enjoy every single day, whether the sun is shining or not, knowing that there is somebody always caring about me and loving me? Will I live in the present moment, so that when that old age comes, I will be able to still live and not die too early?
When you sit among them, you must think about life. Not about death, but about life. That’s what we got and it’s so precious that you cannot ignore what you do with it.
If only I could give something to somebody.