A Humble Human

 

A Humble Human

Saran Rai

Euthanasia, or the desire for death, is something everyone wishes for, much like the characters in ancient myths.
Is it possible? This question fills the expanse of the mind.
It is possible. Life can exhaust you to the point where people wish to die.

I’ve seen and met many patients. My late wife was one of them.
She was a diabetic, worn out by dialysis. To free me from the burden of caring for her, she chose euthanasia by overeating sweet chocolates. She left, crying, as she said goodbye.
Heart patients also often choose euthanasia by indulging in fatty and cholesterol-rich foods.
Everyone has the freedom to choose their own euthanasia. Even martyrs choose it for their country.

I, too, favor the idea of euthanasia. Diseases like diabetes and hypertension have made death seem easier.
If I were to choose euthanasia, I’d indulge in all my favorite foods without restraint.
But life itself is not in my hands.

Like many of my contemporaries, I must follow the rules of life.
But when and how?

Even if I choose euthanasia, what if death still isn’t easy?
"Euthanasia," "the state of death," "living and dying," "the terms of existence"—none of this is within a humble human's control.
So why worry about it?

I find joy in the thought that "however long I live, it is my life."
Seeing the unparalleled beauty of life’s vibrant colors, I smile.
I’m still alive!

We are all humble humans.
But with good deeds, even we can achieve greatness.