The way my mind works this could be a disturbing art piece.
I am at the police station where you can drop off prescription drugs and over the counter medications and supplements.
They gave me a little paper bag to open all the containers and dump. That full, I went to ask for another and yet another. Then I thought of all the colors and dumped them all out again so I could take a photo because they are so beautiful.
They were to keep my mom going. Blood pressure. Kidney protection. Seizures. Arthritis. Pain. Digestion. Allergies. A 90-day-supply to keep her ticking.
They represent so many things. Years of battling against chronic disease. Years of research and development. Thousands of dollars spent to treat, prevent, or slow down the progression of illnesses.
But there is no magic pill to combat the years and choices and genetics and the design. We are made to deteriorate over time because we live in a fallen world.
The only way to end suffering is to finally die. We can work out and eat right and take supplements and never need to seek medical treatment. But in the end it all leads to the same outcome. Death.
The question becomes where do you spend eternity. It lasts a lot longer than the minutes we spend in this body.
Jesus.
©Belindabotzong2018
The question becomes where do you spend eternity. It lasts a lot longer than the minutes we spend in this body. (Amen sister) Beautifully described! Blessings on you.