Life is beautiful!

It is true, right? Do you agree?

But despite that truth we also cannot deny that life is also full of strife and hardships all in different magnitude and levels depending on one's life, standpoint and experiences. At which point we sometimes also say life is tough, hard, cruel. I wonder if overall, in the end, we would say life is beautiful with all the scars and lashes it brought us.

Part of this beautiful life is that part where we "grow old". Ageing. Going grey and wrinkling.

Eventually, we will not be as physically strong as we used to be. I remember feeling the signs one time when I was not able to finish a trek during a tree-planting drive. I was partly embarrassed and hugely amused. Embarrassed because I was so set to finishing it. And everyone also did not expect me, being known to be sporty and physically active, to raise the white flag few more meters away from the area where we would be planting. Hugely amused because it is my reality. No matter how much my mind was set to finish strong and complete my body refuses to move.

I have quietly been observing my grandmother. I was watching a movie in Netflix one time and she was seated in the dining area and me on the chair right in front of the telly. Then I heard a loud whack on the table and I turned around to see my grandmother holding the fly swatter and turning ninja in gingerly smacking fat flies.

And I observed that she is still strong for a 92 year old. She gets tired easily though. Her hearing have faded. And all other signs of being old is there. Yet she is strong and well. Praise God.

When my cousins were still here in the province with us for the holidays, there were morning greetings with lola where she would do a little dance.

And she would also laugh at me when I show even a hint of trying to offer her my hand to walk around the house.

It is not easy getting old, though. You do become dependent on people who would take care of you. Fact. That said, I'm curious...

Until how old would you want to live?

Lols. That sounded rather blunt and out of nowhere. But it is one of the questions that I have a varying answers to lately.

My cousin would tell our grandma, "cheers to 100 more years, lola". To which my cousin will get a smack on the forehead or a pinch on the side. My lola would reply, "that will make things hard for me." And she laughs with us about it.

I have a close friend who said she'd like not to reach 50. To me that was a horrible thing to say. But she has her reasons.

We cannot put a hard stop or dead (oh a pun!) line on our life span we can only do our best to make the most of it until we are called back home.

I remember playing badminton one time and watching one game set of seniors on the court beside us. They were still really swift and quick on their feet! Playing against them one time and they did play well! What they cannot make up for speed, they make up for smart placing- with us the young ones ending up with aching back sides. Oh, but their smashes were still hard to hit back and return, too. We were like, oh when we get to their age we have to be as good if not better.

When we were walking around Paris we saw three ladies of age and we watched them slowly go up the stairs. We looked at each other (the three of us) and thought, would we still be able to travel like them when we get to their age?

However long, though, I pray I would not stop to thank God for the beauty of life - the good, the bad and the ugly - all packaged and ribboned in one huge box as a gift I am yet to enjoy every nook and cranny of.

Cheers to discovering more of our life stories as days go by, as seasons fold in and out and as years turn in. Praying we draw strength each time from God.

Day 13 lols. It is honestly hard to consistently be posting when the weather has been making the bed and under the covers the best place to spend the rest of the night in. That said... Night night!

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