My gran has cancer of the esophagus. I was doing some research into the available treatments - quite a mouthful! She's half-way through a course of chemo and radiotherapy.
Its sad to see someone deteriorate at such an alarming rate. Its almost like she's given up on living - ready to face the unknown. It got me thinking - sure, we are all stewards, we're dust and we return to dust. As Job says, "The Lord has given and the Lord takes away, blessed be the name of the Lord". Are we afraid to die because: a) We're having too much fun, b) Are we too attached to the things/ppl of this world, c) We don't know what lies ahead?
Personally, I think its a combination, but mainly (c). Sometimes I'm so caught up in living that I don't spare a thought for what follows after. Its morbid, I know, but yet, is life really worth living if its just for now and the known? The quality of my life would improve tremendously if I stopped myself from chasing transient things that bring temporal pleasure.
Somehow, knowledge isn't so powerful if you can't act on it...
