Sunday, November 27, 2011

Reality check


I AM DYING . . .



. . . to tell you something . . .



YOU ARE DYING.


We are mortal beings, certain of very little in this life we have here on Earth.  Death is certain.  And, we are all moving toward it.  Only always.  A few of us have been given an amazing gift - we have acquired diseases, conditions or circumstances that have brought with them an acute awareness of our mortality and the fragile and unpredictable nature of life itself.

How fortunate that I have an opportunity to live like I am dying?  To write a bucket list, not to stick it in a drawer for "later," but to do and check off amazing things from it with enthusiastic and supportive friends?  How blessed that I have a daily reminder to speak my truth?  To let people know how I feel?  To listen?  To love?  To look for and find the divine in myself and everyone around me?  To do my best every day to reflect back the divine I see, the beauty I find, the love I feel?  To attempt things that intrigue me?  To face things that scare me?  To push myself to do, learn, be, laugh, express, try, listen and love more?  Death is not nearly as frightening as failing to live.



This moment . . . right now . . . this day . . . is what you know you have.  It is all any one of us has.  What  are you feeling in this moment?  What are you grateful for?  Do yourself a favor and share your answers with someone you love.  Get your bucket list out or start one and get about the business of crossing things off.  Live!  Live like you are dying . . . you are.
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  1. OliveEweNovember 28, 2011 at 2:35 AM

    In this moment I am feeling great sadness because someone I love is facing her mortality. It is a little more real to her than it is to many. And I've been there. It is possible to put on a happy face, but the staggering realities of coping with loss are unavoidable. Especially when you can see them in the eyes of those who love you.

    I am grateful that instead of running, she is facing it head on, out in the open so we have the opportunity to do what I call "love her ugly". (It's easy to love someone when they are healthy, happy, reciprocating, but it is much harder to do when we have to look and face our own fears in order to love.)

    I am grateful that my friend Ang knows I love her. And I know she love me. I am grateful for all of the others in her life that also love her who have made this mortal journey worth it.

    And today, I will live like I am dying. Thanks for reminding me that I need to.

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