When we are young, it is to fly. To test the limits of our endeavour, of our courage.
When we are older, it is to survive. To remain afloat in a world of
shifting currents. It is to get by, to reach old age relatively intact,
ah but what a dream!
When we are older still, it becomes an end in itself. To be alive. To
feel alive. The rare occasion of visits from grandchildren, them so full
of vitality you can only hope it rubs off.
(What it means to be alive)
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