Henry Allingham has taken over the Guinness World Records of the oldest man after the death of Tomoji Tanabe. He is now 113 years old.
Okay let's count...so he was born in 1896. (!!!) The year that should be belonged to the history textbook only, when the Qing dynasty was still in the hand of Cixi, the Japanese was just started to trade with the West etc...Or, in Western terms, he lived through the Queen Victoria's death, the sinking of Titanic, he ACTUALLY been in the First World War. His grandchildren has their own grandchildren, so what should they called Henry Allingham? Great-great-great-grandfather...?:-)
I would not expect myself to live as long as Henry Allingham, but how many years we might have? 90? 70? When I start grow older, I realize how vulnerable life can be. Maybe we can live happily and long enough, maybe not. The first time I heard my friend died at a very young age, I found out that life should not be taken for granted. We are just getting too used to it.
And then I started to understand why suicide is considered as a sin in most forms of Christianity. Despite of the controversy all over Euthanasia and the freedom of oneself, it just costs too much to end one person's life. Way too much. It is especially disappointing when one does not live well and treasures what they already have.
So, please, live well. For every single moment. Appreciate the miracle of having consciousness in this world and realize how lucky we are, to have a life of quality and quantity.
And what will I look like if I am able to live until that age (well I don't know if it's a good thing or not)? I hope I'll still be a cute little (old) women instead of an old wicked lady...
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