Spent the start of my weekend bringing the seniors from a nursing home for breakfast this morning.
A friend told me that someone asked him why is there 11 seniors in the group instead of 10 (referring to me as one of the seniors) as I was eating my breakfast beside the seniors and the majority of the volunteers were standing around watching them eat their breakfast and having their coffee.
I was amused. Did I aged so much? Haha.
It was a good reminder. Every day past is a day older.
If I am lucky enough to reach the age that the seniors are, what kind of a senior will I be? I am subjected to aging, sickness and death but what kind of a man am I in this natural process of aging, sickness and death?
Every day past is a day less to work on ourselves, to ready ourselves for the eventuality.
Excuse me now as the old bear needs to take a nap.
May all be well and happy
With Loving-Kindness
Simple Bear 23.10.2016.
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