I turned 33 this year and have admittedly not lived a very healthy lifestyle after migrating here in Australia due to the increased propensity to consume along with the natural inclination to sweets, salty, and fatty food coupled with a YOLO attitude just because I haven't been feeling unwell as a consequence.
However, at the back of mind, I know it is just a matter of when will my body charge me for all the abuses.
What has been going on in my mind is my reluctance to die just yet because of G. I have always acknowledged life as finite and I am not afraid to go, only that if I have the capability to prolong it by living a healthier lifestyle just so I can take care of her a little longer, wouldn't that be much better?
It's just sad sometimes that we want to stretch our limits until we either wake up just in time or just wish we started a little sooner.
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