Seriously, why do people cling to life when they know the end of youthful vigor, and age wears down more than the cartilage in their knees?

In seeking relief of pain, I also found a cure, or at least a treatment. And so I find myself among the living.

I stay for my family, to do whatever good I can for them. For myself, my attachment to living is weakening as I age.

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