Life is the ability to do things*. Much of my hatred of death is that it takes away ones ability to do anything and affect anything in the world. To my chagrin, that is not the only thing that takes away one's ability to do things. Last year I suffered a back injury. I'm slowly recovering, but it's altered my life. On the most easily-quantifiable level, I spend about an hour every day on physical therapy. That's a large chunk of my ~19 waking hours per day. I've lost over 5% of my ability to do anything else in a day to that factor alone.
Dying in Pieces
Dying in Pieces
Dying in Pieces
Life is the ability to do things*. Much of my hatred of death is that it takes away ones ability to do anything and affect anything in the world. To my chagrin, that is not the only thing that takes away one's ability to do things. Last year I suffered a back injury. I'm slowly recovering, but it's altered my life. On the most easily-quantifiable level, I spend about an hour every day on physical therapy. That's a large chunk of my ~19 waking hours per day. I've lost over 5% of my ability to do anything else in a day to that factor alone.