Meditations book six #29

Disgraceful: for the soul to give up when the body is still going strong

What if it's your soul going strong and your body that is giving up?

What if in my soul, I'm still 16 years old wondering what I'm going to be when I grow up and who I will fall in love with and what will I leave behind when I'm gone?

Still not grown up, as evidenced in this blog and when I'm with people who love me regardless.

Been in love a couple of times and it doesn't suit me or my sanity.

My children are my legacy- that they turned out better than I did, in spite of their parents.

Some would rather die than live on if their bodies no longer work, even if their mind is still sharp. As someone who has never had a great relationship with my body, it is only there to carry my brain around, I strongly disagree.

I can enjoy life with or without a body that functions. My concern is that I would be a burden to my children.

Thank you Marcus Aurelius for the daily opening of Meditations (I keep trying to get smarter)

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