About “suffering” that we have no choice but to accept
The pain of watching a parent grow old, unable to move, develop dementia, and die.
Also, the pain of not being able to do anything even though I know I'm getting old in the same way.
So I'm so afraid that time will pass.
I know it's “one day for a lifetime,” but it's been 46 years since I've been alive.
Thinking back to the time I've wasted, I'm not young anymore, and I'm an “elder” in society
It's an age where people aren't needed to start their lives over in society, and I envision it
I'm struggling with the gap between my image and who I am now.
I work, but it's not what I want to do.
You may be told that you should do it, but considering your age, it's scary to fail in business.
But I want to.
“Growing old” is also scary, but I'm afraid of “growing old before I do what I thought.”
Right now, whether you look at elderly people or houses that have died and become vacant, you're old
“Fear and anxiety” creeps up even when I see my parents starting out.
Please tell me how to accept this suffering.
