Being diagnosed with Ankylosing Spondylitis has robbed me of the illusion that I am, somehow, immortal and left me just a little bit wiser.
One day I am going to die and strangely I am comfortable with that so long ass that one day is still a long way off. The strength I might have enjoyed in my youth is gone, Ankylosing Spondylitis has seen to that, but before it fades completely I want to do whatever it is that I am going to do with my life.
That list was so long once. Become rich, improve the country, fix my hometown, write books, engage in frerunning, be slim, be admired by all,do everything...
But when I really think about it what I want more than anything else is to live a long happy life, to grow old with someone and then to know that I will be remembered fondly long after I am gone and to die peacefully at a ripe old age. So this fatty has a new aim: to reduce from my life those things that make me unhappy and to find contentment as soon as possible. Maybe I will never diet again, never be slim and never be rich. If I can know true happiness though - that, surely, is to have lived.