Some of us may think that the worst times of our lives are if we fell out of love, lost our jobs, lost a friend, got cheated of money/feelings…
One of my friends lost her dad this morning. I lost mine eight years ago. It is not easy to bear the loss of a loved one.
I visited my uncle a few weeks back. He had a stroke and was bedridden, reduced to half the size he used to be. I’m not sure if he was happy to be still alive. He might be.
What’s worse than not being able to choose your fate? To be unable to even decide whether to live or die?
For me now, its getting out of bed every morning, then dragging my feet to work…
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