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Back From the Dead (by Danie)

 






Yes, it’s me. I’m back (for now anyway). Once again, my amazing wife saved me from the clutches of death, and for now I’m back in the ring, ready for another fight. I do, however, know that I’ll be knocked out eventually, and then that will be the end of me.

The only thing in life that is constant is change.

The only thing in life that is certain is death.

Death is the only certain thing, and despite this being the absolute truth (with only the timing varying from person to person) we never seem to be prepared for it.

Religion has long been thought to be a solution to the problem of death. Notions of an afterlife are nearly universal, though there is great diversity in the details. Given this close association between religion and death, researchers have long supposed that religion somehow manages to lessen the fear of death.

There is, however, one fear that is on par with death and it’s called old age. Some people fear aging so much that it becomes as pathological condition called Gerascophobia (yes, it’s a real word) leading to irrational thoughts and behavior. An example of this is a fixation on health, illness and mortality, and the best money-making scheme, a preoccupation with hiding the signs of ageing.

The fear of ageing is really a fear of the unknown, and modern society has managed to make things worse. For one thing, old age in modern society is seen as undesirable and even scary. Society’s focus on youthfulness and capability is causing a most distressing anxiety of becoming weak and unwanted. Just look at all the anti-aging advertised products reinforcing the idea that growing older is inherently unattractive.

Living your life is like burning a candle. The longer it burns the more out of shape it gets, and the signs of a final flickering of light is unavoidable. We can try, and most of us do, to run from ageing and death, but you cannot hide from it for long. No living thing will leave this world alive. Old age and death are a certainty for all of us, BUT, it’s not about that. Life is all about getting the most out of the time you’ve been given.

I remember a movie which we saw many years ago called The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. The movie is about living life in reverse. Benjamin Button is born in 1860 at the age of seventy. He is born in the body of an old man with the ability to walk and talk. If that is not curious enough, as he lives his life, he ages in reverse. When he dies as an infant, there are no memories of the past, nor can he walk or crawl.

At the core of the movie, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button is about how we live, given the unavoidable reality of death. Whether we live forward into old age or backwards into infancy, the result is the same – We die.

When we start our own families, we usually start young and so we grow with our babies, and we expect them to be babies and do what babies do. We don’t mind taking care of them, it comes with the territory, babies being babies. We clean up after them, feed them, guide them. It all comes quite naturally. Having an old grown-up baby is quite a different story.

If we are so afraid of old age, or the terrible effects of ageing, then instead of running from it, the ideal would be to rather prepare for it – mentally, physically and, if possible, financially. If you’re afraid of old age, you most certainly will also be afraid of death, but there’s no running from it. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button underscores the impermanence of life and the inevitability of change. It teaches us to appreciate the present moment and to embrace life’s imperfections.

Tanja and I are in the second half of our lives and we find ourselves grasping at straws. By now we should be looking forward to a retirement day, but alas, all our preparations lie scattered and tattered at our feet. Why, you may ask? Read our story on PegLegs and Me Blog and find out. We, like so many, are going into older age, not looking forward to retiring, but slaving away till our last breath – an almost hopeless and helpless case. It’s like Tanja said in her previous post, If Only We Knew. If only we could have seen into the future, just a glimpse, how different things would have been. It’s a crying shame how this previous Plandemic could also bring so many people (including us) to their knees, and yet allow others to benefit from it.

Tanja, in her search for a better, healthier life for me, trying to squeeze a last drop of life into me, stumbled onto a gem. She has created something that brought relief to my aching body. Countless hours and energy have been spent on research and development. She has tapped some of the best minds in the field of healthy and natural medicine and come out with a winner. At this stage, our stalemate, we need a plan to move forward. If only people will see the potential and experience the effects, but sadly, most people like sheep, prefer dangerous pharmaceutical drugs. I wish I could grab people by the scuff and say, “Just give it a try and see for yourself, FFS!” It works, it really works, naturally. BUT, we need a good push to get this business moving.

With that said, I would like to end this piece with the following message:

We will change because it is the only constant in life, so make peace with it and make peace with death. Tell the people that matter most to you that you love and appreciate them, so that when you do come face to face with death, you can smile and say, at the very least: “I lived and I loved and that is what being alive is all about!”

 


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