parable of freewill

The old arthritic dog sees the stick twirling through the air and instinctively gives a youthful chase.

His head high, ears up, tail wagging as he runs, smashing through the water, rolling in the mud, gnawing on his stick.

The middle age human watches his stick float away while describing his aches, pains, medicines, upcoming doctors visits.

Sharing stories of once chasing his stick while reclining into his eventual mortality.

Death is easy if you've lived. Living is hard if you focus on death.