These are meanderings of my mind today... musings on life as we think we know it.
We all die. There is no escaping that fact – we are dying from the minute we take our first breath. The real question is how many of us live. When we are young, the impermanence of our lives does not exist: the speeding cars, the wild chances we take knowing that we are invulnerable to the old person's disease called death. But, with each sudden reminder – the death of a schoolmate or a child we know – we realize that not only do they old leave this mortal coil, but we, too, are at risk of ceasing to "be".
For some, that shock becomes a fear so great that life is wrapped around that concept as surely as the car and the tree that brought the awareness to our young being. For others, illness slowly creeps in to remind the psyche of the temporal nature of life. For some, the news of a closing consumes the joy of the middle – and the balance of that life is spent in mourning instead of celebration – in bitterness for what will never be instead of filling that remaining space with richness of what is.
But, why this diary? Follow along with me, won't you?