The question was maybe a little personal, especially for someone who was fighting cancer or more like just waiting for it to take him away. Yeah, the question: what kept him going, what is life for him, what is the motivation, the meaning of it all when he knows he is going to die.
And Joseph saw that flicker in the old man's eyes as he thought about it, that sadness, that despair… but nothing more, just a flicker of it.
"I never had one, just drifted through life… they said, 'Have a big dream, fight for it…' but my dreams stayed just dreams, and life became nothing but a monotonous routine. Still, I kept going, because the only certainty in life is death. So I waited and waited to see when my time would come… and, in the end, it was the doctors who told me, maybe two months, maybe four, maybe I could live a full year, but never to reach sixty."
"So there wasn't any motivation… you just waited for the end?" Joseph asked as he finally reached down to pet the dog.
