I finished reading the book ‘when breath becomes air’, which is a non-fictionautobiographical written by Paul Kalanithi. Paul was a neurosurgeon and a verytalented writer. I found myself so immersed in reading that I forgot to makedinner last night. It was so sad that he was so young when he died, but It isalso lucky that he lived a relatively happy long life surrounded by love.
If you were told you had lung cancer and only a fewmonths of your life, how would you spend the rest of your life? Personally, Ihave no idea, perhaps It would devastate me. Paul taught us all about acceptanceand finding meaning in life. He kept on working to the end and writing the bookthat sits before me. He was a talented writer with a M.A in English literature.He wrote his true feelings, profound thoughts on humanity, death and his medicaltreatment. He said he couldn’t go on, but he will go on.
While reading his book, my memory stirred. Death isnot unfamiliar to me as well. I too have experienced the death of my loved oneand know this pain. Paul died in March 2015 at the age of 37. Life is amultiple choice test we can’t pass, we can’t control death but strive to makeevery moment of our time from birth virtuous and meaningful.
We can’t know the nature of our future conflicts andpains but we will know we all showed our eternal strength and beauty in thetime we had.