Why Me?

The most common question I hear when it comes to aging and disease is, “Why me?”

I guess I want to turn the question on its head, “Why not?”

We all know we are going to die sometime of something. We may question the timing but not the result. We tend to consider those who escape death as lucky, but we all know the end will eventually come, even for the lucky ones.

Yet sometimes, it is still a surprise to us, as if we weren’t expecting it.

In my book Suspended, I talk about living intentionally, having a purpose in what you do and don’t do instead of floating through life, not expecting an end to come. When it does come, the regrets are fewer and the satisfaction greater.

Our purpose helps us look beyond the moments of our pain and confusion. They help us to focus on something that is bigger than ourselves.

We want our lives to count for something, to be remembered for something. Some build kingdoms, hoping they will be remembered. Some create works of art that endure longer than themselves.

For me, building into the lives of others and helping them work through their feelings towards hope, is my purpose. Whether it is a fellow patient in the doctor’s office, a new friend at the craft fair, or a grandchild, I want to show them that life is more than they may have thought if they treasure each moment. What lasts beyond our physical life is the memories, kind words spoken, and acceptance in the eyes. These motivate others to be more, think more, and help others more.

I know that might be a long way from what you are feeling today as you sit in your wheelchair or struggle to pick up a pen.

But you do have a choice today – to focus on what you can’t do or what you can do?

I’d love to hear from you, both about what you can’t do and what you can do. Both are valid and need to be heard. Respond in the comment box so that we can brainstorm together what might be a way forward.