Death Again

Somehow writing about intimacy and gratitude brings me back around to death—the ultimate “all good things come to an end” and a sense of how temporary everything is. Sure I’m having fun today, and sure last night was beautiful and sweet, but its all just temporary.

When I’m in the dentist’s chair I console myself that as bad as this is, it is temporary. What about “as good as this is, it is temporary?” Is that something I can use to depress myself? Yes, certainly. Why don’t I choose to do it? Well, I can say that being depressed is no fun, but that just begs the question.

Wait a minute. I just wrote “CHOOSE.” I don’t choose to go down that road. Is not choosing depression and fear just a matter of denial? That’s not what it feels like. It feels like, well, choosing. I feel empowered when I choose my experience. Empowerment is fun. I don’t feel any need to “forget” that I’m going to die. I am simply choosing to live this moment and I’m savoring how each sensation feels. Now THAT is fun!

Here's a prayer that just showed up in my in box. It seems appropriate to add it here.

"May I have the courage today
To live the life that I would love,
To postpone my dream no longer
But do at last what I came here for
And waste my heart on fear no more."

For an interesting perspective on fear of death and dying go to this New York Times article. Click Here.