Illness for the Innocent

The more I think about illness and disease the more I realize that it only seems to torment and invade the lives of the people who least want to die.  They show strong will, determination to "beat it" <-- haha Michael Jackson reference - and pamper themselves into a total healing.  It's the slow, agonizing, goodbye process that everyone hopes that they get to have before they leave their loved ones.

I know people...probably myself included, that would embrace such a disease or illness in a different way.  As an easy, less selfish, less invasive and much less shocking way to disappear. No one can blame you for getting cancer (they may try to if you smoke, etc), no one can blame you for dying naturally, no one is angry with you for leaving them.

Sometimes I wonder what the point of going on is?  Well, there really isn't one.  You have to make it up yourself.

Some of us will grow old, feeble, alone and sick.  Taken care of by people who may not even really care.  People who have to pay their bills and didn't get hired on in a fast food chain soon enough.

No pictures of your beautiful white wedding on the wall - because you didn't have one.
No pictures of your beautiful children on the wall - because you didn't have any.

I guess you can be thankful for whatever you have, if you have anything worth being thankful for.  Then again, should I be thankful for something that I've earned?  I believe I should just expect it.