Tough choices have never been more obvious than now – in twilight years.
She hears of people suffering from terminal diseases, and wonders whom will she call to spend some time with her if she reaches that spot.
She watches a patient in an ICU from a distance, and thinks whose hand will be on her arm in the final hours. Will that be a doctor or nurse, or …. someone else?
She sees herself as emotionally independent, yet the cute puppies she rears tug at her heartstrings like no one else has. She worries about their welfare after she’s gone.
Intellectual exchanges are great, but does one need more than that?
Did she cross the borderline when she chose to be more practical and analytical than emotional? How many cells of her body did she ignore in that quest of understanding the brain?
The body is made up of five elements, which will mingle back with the Earth. Her mother kept repeating this ad nauseum.
Let the body end … there’s something more which she wanted to decode. The puzzle is yet unsolved.
This is the true twilight zone, where one is not sure of the next night or day.
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So true, so relatable. I’m in the same zone now.
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Time for reflection more than action 🤔
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:):)
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Truer words were never spoken, Reena!
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Glad you found it relatable. Thank you, Eugi!
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My pleasure, Reena.
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Transition is I think a better phrase.
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Agree 👍❤️
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🙏🏼👍🏼🙏🏼
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A painful reminder of where I am now at, Reena. It’s all down hill from here…
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It’s a cross-over to another level of enlightenment, not downhill.
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That’s a better way of looking at it, Reena… I was feeling pessimistic this morning…
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Cheer up 🥳
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