I met a relative two days ago. We are not very close, but I know that he's been through a lot. The new love he found after going through a divorce is now disabled because of a brain tumor. He then said she was doing better than usual, but her check-up results showed otherwise. He cried when he decided to go for hospice care, and I couldn't help but cry with him.
Talking with him, I was reminded of myself and my choices. Life throws me around so crazily, but ultimately, I choose how to walk through it. I choose how to make the best of it.
I want to continue to do so with whatever time I have left.