We are all disposable. The longer we live, the closer we move to the trash bin.
As we age, and become less than we were, technology strives to keep us alive, to help the heart keep pumping and to keep the skeletal architecture of us strong and the impulse of our muscle twitching.
Is this the craven life we crave?
Why do we want medicine and technology to extend our lives if the quality of that life is only one of hanging on and holding out? Do we judge that quality of life, or do our caregivers do it for us?
When did the essence of life become more important than the living?
Instead of making our elders the wise center of our families, we store them away in nursing homes and in long-term care facilities where they are cared for by strangers and not those who love them.
We stockpile the elderly because it is easier for us to live our own lives than to wallow in their creeping deaths.
We now live longer to only become lonelier and many of us are not strong enough of mind and willing enough of spirit to singularly go it alone in the twilight of our final days and that creates an unimaginable horror within us all.
Scientists claim there is no reason our bodies can’t survive to the age of 200 years old.
I ask: “Why would anyone want to bother living beyond 90 if we are only kept alive by wires, tubes, medication and a yearning for the life of youth once enjoyed?”