Friday, April 13, 2012
A to Z Honesty - L is for life or lack thereof
The older I get, the more I'm around death, the less I'm afraid. Sometimes I welcome it. No stress. No to-do list. No trying to please people who can't be pleased. No feeling bad about things I've said or things I've done. Things I can never change, things I don't have the serenity to accept. All that, washed away in an absence of breath.
When I was younger, I feared death. But now, as some of my favourite people have passed on, I see the comfort of knowing a path has been cleared. All the best people are doing it, dying. And if they can do it, so can I.