It was January 6th this year. I was walking in my apartment. I stumbled suddenly and fell off to the floor. I go my thigh bone broken in half. I got hospitalized right way and I cannot walk as yet.
I have had prostate cancer that was found in 1998. It extended to my bone now.
It has passed 9 months. But I cannot walk as yet. During passed 10 months, it's been like getting punishment. Punishment for not living without any purpose, losing every penny inherited from father. Worst of all could be that I've been living without purpose.
As I approach to the death of myself, I am forced to remind that I've been living without any clear target or purpose. In essence, I have wasted my life.
That's just awful to think about. Because, there no "once more" of my life.
Oh, the video is Red Garland's "On green Dolphin Street". I liked to show you the photo of nature. They exists to leave their children. Isn't it nice?
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