It was the day of part time job today. Two events have occurred to me. They were closely related in my inner world.
The regular health check up for myself has reavealed that cataracts had progressed more than expected. Sooner or later, I need to undergo the surgery. And I got a bit hypertensive. It was a kind of inheritance from my mother. The lab exams may reveal something wrong more. Old age is coming on me for sure.
Another thing was that when I examined a baby at the outpatient of the hospital, one month old almost newborn, I was caught by an idea that this baby was on a flow of continuous life. A flow from me to him. I used to love the epilogue of "Jean-Christophe" by Romain Rolland. It encourages us to go after some great being, possibly Jean-Christophe himself, or any great soul in the world. Go over him and live your own life, it also told. In my young days when I repeatedly read it, I was on the side to be told to do so. Now, I felt I was on the side to tell the baby to live his precious life. That part of the great novel has come in my mind. I have scarcely had that idea coming from the deep emotion while I worked for children as a doctor. Or even anytime.
Being conscious of my own age, I think I have reminded myself I should deliver something good in life to the next generation, actually the baby in front of me today. It was a kind of religious feeling which appeared to me without any forecast. I felt I were told to be ready for the time.