It's strange to think that our bodies are slowly deteriorating over time, and that one day our everyday motions won't feel as simple. First, our knees will give, arthuritus will begin to set in, our sight and hearing will slowly diminish, and lastly, organ failure.
It's strange to think that eventually we'll revert back to being infants. Incapable of taking care of ourselves, needing constant assistance. Leaving the world as we once entered it.
Sometimes, it's strange to think.
