Having said that, and being able to witness to the truth of it, I have to wonder why I'm still here. But the fact is, though afflicted with chronic illness, I've pretty much recovered from a life of dissipation -- living in a badly polluted environment, working too much, resting too little, eating badly. I've even recovered my breath somewhat, although 50 years of smoking will take a toll on anyone.
It sounds overly dramatic, like believing in destiny or something, but sometimes I feel like Providence is saving me for some big, final mission. I don't know what it is, but I think it has something to do with recovery, yoga, optimal health, that sort of thing.
Living well and actively pursuing wellness is simple, and the longer one does it the simpler it gets. Roasted vegetables and brown rice -- what could be simpler?
The only problem with this is that when I get up in the morning feeling good, I know that's as good as I'll feel all day.