Life is for living!
And how I'd rather be whole, than good
Hello. This post is about Death.
It feels as though there’s a lot at play this week. A lot on my mind. I’m in the process of wrangling a whole host of experiences, observations, truths, beliefs, disappointments, and joys. I guess I could just say that I am living.
I read an online interaction a week or two ago which weighed heavily on me. I won’t direct you to it, there’s no need, I feel no malice towards the individuals involved and they’re both fully entitled to their own, unique relationships with Death. This is entirely about my own, internal experience and response to their conversation, which went a little something like this:
Individual 1: Do you ever think about death?
Individual 2: No, hardly ever, I don’t see the need
Individual 1: That’s good that you don’t think about it, life is for living! I’m happy for you
Individual 2: Hell yeah it is!