When we are healthy, we often have so much to do, which leads to so much to worry about.
But when we are sick, the roof could be falling in, and it wouldn’t matter. Why is that?
Why is it that when we are sick, the only thought on our minds is getting better again, but when we are healthy, the weight of the world seems to be on our shoulders?
It is a tricky question and not easy to answer, but one reason could be, when we are sick, we realise that our health is all that matters.
im sure you’ve all had a moment when you were not well with a bug or infection when your only prayer was, “Please God, all I want is to be healthy again.”
We all can have aches and pains, but they are not sickness.
Sickness is them moments when we realise just how fragile life is, why is it that it’s only in these moments that we appreciate the gift of life?