At
funerals and memorial services, where the life of the deceased is celebrated, I
usually wonder, whether or not, will I die satisfied with the life I’ve led. In
other words, will I die with regrets? I wonder about that and the next the next
thought is usually; do I hold any judgments, resentments, plans for
things I’d like to experience or accomplish, now? It would be wonderful if I had
the privilege to be given the time to reflect on these things because, for so
many of us, death arrives violently, suddenly, or even silently in the night, without
warning or invitation. In moments such as these I can accept, but not resign,
to the fact that it is what I am now that counts and my satisfaction lives in
the present. Sometimes I walk away from funerals weeping… not for the passing
of the deceased… but I morn for myself because to live outside of the NOW is to
be already dead. I might as well fall on the funeral pyre than to continue the
nonsense of expectations unmet or desires unfulfilled.
Preferring to live rather than to die I claim the life I am in and that includes making the best of what I have with my hands today.
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