[inigyou]

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This happens to everyone, very sadly. Arguably, feeling your own decay is not just sad, it's the greatest possible sadness and also what drove most mad people mad.

The author was 70 (now 75) and argues wishes he'd treated his own body better, but if he had, he would still be in the same position, but would have missed out on experiences whose memories I'm sure he now treasures. He once played in the snow too long and got frostbite? His feet would still be sore today if he hadn't, but he wouldn't have played in the snow.

Take care of your body as much as you can, but you can't treat it like a potion in a video game that you're always afraid to use in a fight because you might need it for the next fight. Eventually you get to the end of the game without using the potion.

And more somberly, every part of you can be sacrificed once or zero times to achieve something you believe is a greater purpose.

I'm still in some kind of emotional crisis as thinking about this sort of thing makes me break down crying.