Like father like son

My dad fell ill recently and had to be hospitalised for a while, and during this period, I was reminded of my own fate. I am after all his son, and hence am destined to be prone to suffer the same ailments which have plagued him endlessly. My hair is already beginning to thin, a tragic fate for a man in his mid twenties, I already have my first bout with stomach ulcers, and I take rather long to recover from illnesses. I can look forward to getting aquainted with oesteroperosis and rheumatism during my old age.

I was blissfully unaware of all this when I was younger, being hyper fit and having a body which could stand up impressive amounts of abuse. Sometime during my university years, age and stress caught up with me and it became increasing obvious that I am not going to stay young forever.

As I sit here, drowsy from the medicine I have to take for relief from this terrible cough I have caught, good health seems like such a fleeting and precious thing. The realisation dawns that we will never appreciate something till it is gone, naively assuming that things will never change. What is Light without knowing what is Dark? Miserable as I am now, I look forward to the day I recover, for the more I suffer when I am sick, the more I will appreciate the days when I am well.