In this world, there are many imperfections. There are things we can’t fix, and that’s the reality of our world. Life is supposed to be happy, but how can it be so, when there is so much suffering?
My little brother, was born to die. He has a one of a kind terminal disease, and there’s nothing the doctors can do to cure him. Everyday, he has to suffer, as this disease slowly chews away at his tissues, causing his eyes to be constantly bloodshot and dull.
Although he knows he doesn’t have very long to live, he is always cheerful. He is always reading books or playing with his toys. His health is slowly declining, but he can still live a semi-normal life and go to school, at least for now. For him, his small piece of life is good, and I wish that I could give him more of it.
But yesterday, he had an incident. When he was coming home from school, he was hit by a car. I saw it all unfold, as the car slammed into his side, as his fragile body went limp, as he collapsed to the ground, blood streaming out of his mouth.
Right now I am waiting in the ER. Waiting for fate to make its move. I am praying, that he will be all right, and that he will be able to stay with us just a little longer. I pray, but deep down inside, I know that this is the end of his time on Earth.
Suddenly, a nurse steps into the room she rushes us into a hallway and then into a small room that’s dimly lit. In the middle of that small room, there’s a bed with my little brother on it. As I approach him, he looks over and smiles. I then realize that for the first time, his eyes are not red, nor dull. His eyes are wise, and his light green irises remind me of a time when I was happy.
In this world, there are many imperfections. There are things we can’t fix, and that’s the reality of our world. But life’s not about being perfect, it’s about enjoying everything around you and savoring it. At least while it lasts.