If I check the statistics, I am already approaching midlife. My father died at 69. My mother, 61. If I base my own mortality on my parents’, the 30’s is my midlife. No, I am not having a crisis nor an emo moment. I sometimes think of my health when I eat too much. HA! Excuse my morbid thoughts but I sometimes wonder what disease will kill me in the future. I fear it might be a problem on the digestive system. I have abused those organs for years. 😳
I’ve always been a healthy child. I am not using ‘healthy’ as a euphemism for being ‘fat’ or ‘chubby’. I am healthy because I do not get sick often. I have been admitted to the hospital only once in my life and I cannot even remember it because I was a baby then. I get cough and colds during the rainy season. I cannot remember the last time I had fever. When I proudly pointed out to my mother that I am always healthy, she told me the reason why: it is what she prayed for. (Awww <3. l love you and miss you, mama.)
Life is short. Even with proper nutrition and lifestyle change, there is still no guarantee for longevity. For whatever health conditions a person may have, I think that happiness is the cure. 😀
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