This morning, I’m not really feeling great. I’m exhausted. To be fair, I stayed up until 3 a.m., getting pulled back into an old online game. It actually made me smile to see that there were still a few players hanging around—like regulars refusing to let a piece of their past die.
But of course, waking up is harder. Even though I’m not working today, I can clearly feel that I’m no longer in my twenties. All-nighters just aren’t made for my body anymore, and I pay the price the next day. That said, I don’t really regret it. Having fun once in a while, slipping back into childhood a bit—it doesn’t hurt.
Then reality caught up with me pretty quickly.
Today, my family called me urgently. My grandmother’s husband is in the hospital, at the end of his life. This time, it’s no longer a matter of months, but of hours. A difficult sentence to hear, almost unreal. As if, all of a sudden, time were collapsing in on itself, and the end of the game of life was becoming imminent for him.
It’s not good news, of course. But in moments like this, there’s not really any room for denial. You just have to face it, in your own way.
Unfortunately, some stages of life can’t be avoided. As hard as they are, they’re part of the journey. So I try to keep some distance, to tell myself that respecting someone’s final wishes is also a form of love—perhaps the hardest one , but also the most sincere .
Have a good day everyone despite everything, and let’s keep living our lives for as long as we still can .
I’m going to get back to my activities now, even though the day hasn’t started on a positive note .