Tonight I was at a grocery store with my mom.
I noticed a very old lady in a wheel chair being pushed around by what seemed to be her granddaughters, likely that was the most exciting thing she had done for a while as it is so hard for her to move around.
I noticed a old lady, overweight, with a protective cast on one leg, walking with crutches. I doubt she had much of a family and it reminded me so much of a injured animal in the wild, dragging it's legs and with no support soon to die alone from lack of necessities.
I thought about my mom and how she was similar, she is overweight and is having one joint problem after another and is constantly going in and out of casts. I also thought about how I am similar and if I live long enough I will have to face the same aging process and all the frailty that comes with it.
I realized there is nothing for this, it just can't be avoided, and the suffering, seeing our bodies decay, and even losing loved ones, not knowing where they're going, can only be eased by putting a end to samsaric activity, becoming an Arhant or Buddha.
This sounds so generic, something a Buddhist would say, but I'm actually really afraid.