Day 4143: A Life Worth Living

Even though I’ve forgotten this during some painful times, I’ve always had a life worth living.

A person in my therapy groups says that they don’t have a life worth living if they don’t regain the mobility they had when they were younger. Other group members try to convince that person that they do have a life worth living, here and now. I recognize that different people have different ideas of what makes a life worth living.

Do you see a life worth living in my images for today?

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When I search for “a life worth living” on YouTube, I find this:

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What do you think makes a life worth living?

Thanks to all who make life worth living, including YOU.

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10 thoughts on “Day 4143: A Life Worth Living”

  1. As long as I am alive, I have a life worth living! I know many people think of it differently, but as long as I am above ground, I will live life to the full!

  2. As I grow old and lose mobility (silly accident a few years ago, I do a tolerable impression of Igor), I smile to remember all the boys I’ve loved before, who traveled in and out my door, and left their jeans upon the floor for a few years more. Yeah, it was all worth it, as Willie might agree. I have good dreams of them still. And hear from a few on birthdays.

  3. As long as I’m learning new things life is worth living, and museums are a great place to learn new things. As a child I spent a lot of time at the Cumberland Children’s Museum, now known as The Adventure Science Center, and every time I went I learned something new.

  4. I feel it’s worth living, each day when I wake up, even on a bad day. to me, living is giving, and that includes giving to ourselves.

  5. Joan definitely has a life worth living

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