It never ceases to amaze me that the journey of life can be truly amazing as far as the biological aspects of humanity. My friend who is in medical school once told me that during one of her first semesters of anatomy, she discovered that they human body was beautiful on the inside and was absolutely amazing. I guess, even though I haven't seen the inside of a body that she was spot on in this observation... The vessels that make each of us up must be a truly amazing machine.
I remembered this today when I saw the latest image on +33 photograph - which I'd like to share with you all. Entitled
2008.5.9 - sumire, it shows the newly emerged Sumire preparing for the beginning of the journey of life. It's such a stunning image, don't you think?
It's ironic that even now, in the middle of my journey, I find the start of life so amazing!
I've been thinking a lot about the end of life lately as well. It's not unusual that as we get closer to our last days, we think a lot more about it. Have I accomplished all that I had planned to? Will I have time to do the things that I haven't up until now?
I've also been pondering my later days. Have I prepared enough for my impending old age days? I know the answer to that and it makes me a little afraid. By the time that happens, I don't know whose mercy I'll be at. And it makes me wonder if anyone else is a little afraid of depending on the youth of today when we are less able to take care of ourselves...
But, then I remember the photo I've got linked to earlier in this post. This child is beautiful. However, it has it's own journey and shouldn't really be expected to take care of others. It's hard enough in this life to take care of ourselves.
I had a conversation with someone the other day that reminded me that we cannot expect that children will take care of us. For that matter, we cannot expect that our partners will either. Basically, we are all on our own... and thus, responsible for our own lives.
On the bus that I take to my new office these days, I've come across a couple of elderly men that make me smile. From what I can figure, they are friends that go out for coffee every morning and they ride the bus to wherever they are going together. They've obviously lived long lives and yet they have very different perspectives.
One is originally German and the other was French and I just can't help smiling when I listen to them banter back & forth about the state of the world. One is quite pessimistic and the other is the complete opposite... his optimism reminds me that in this world that both deem to be a very selfish place, that to be able to see the world in a more rose-coloured way is certainly the best way to go.
So, today, I celebrate life. The beginning, the end and yes, the middle of it. It's such an amazing gift!