Things I Fear: Twenty-Fifth

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My lips are cracked.

#25: DECREPITUDE

I do not fear age.  That will come as it will.  What I fear is the loss of strength that comes with it.  Even moreso do I fear it coming well before its time.

That's why I hate being sick.  I hate the feelings of weakness that I have now; the constant coughing and the trouble breathing remind me just how powerless I can be.

A few years ago, my cat died of old age.  Watching it grow weaker in almost no time at all was one of the saddest and most terrifying things I ever had to watch.