I wrote this as a Facebook note and also wanted to share it here. Enjoy!
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Death is on my mind; the idea that one day my consciousness will be snuffed out. Tomorrow I go to bury the remains of my grandmother. Such a potent reminder of what eventually will happen to us all.
Early this morning, I woke up. There was a panic in my heart, a panic I hadn't felt for years, since my father's funeral. It was the panic that my sense of self and everything around me will no longer be. It was a sense of nausea and shivering hysteria that gave way to a deep appreciation of everyone in my life. Surprisingly, thoughts of nature, beautiful scenery, or the world as a whole weren't at the forefront. What came to mind were the people that I love; an urgency that I make sure you all know how extremely important you are, how much each and every one of you is loved, and that I did my best to impact each of your lives positively.
Everyone knows that death is inevitable. I'm going to die. And most of my time in the universe will be spent in a state of death and nonexistence. My life is a blip, a phenomenon that occurs for only a split second, before it vanishes again. Everyone knows that death is coming. How many of us act like it?
Living from this perspective, it's so easy to sweep away smaller problems. There's no drama, no jealousy, no insecurity, no anger or hatred. Why? There isn't enough time; no time for any of it. There is only time for love and generosity. How recklessly did you love those around you? How much did you risk, and how completely did you give?
Our time is coming. Are you ready?
From this I am making a new commitment:
I am committed to being emotionally prepared for death.
Have I buried all my hatchets? Have I righted all my wrongs? Have I said everything that needs to be said? Have I forgiven everyone that needs to be forgiven? Am I ready to go to my death bed today?
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Death is on my mind; the idea that one day my consciousness will be snuffed out. Tomorrow I go to bury the remains of my grandmother. Such a potent reminder of what eventually will happen to us all.
Early this morning, I woke up. There was a panic in my heart, a panic I hadn't felt for years, since my father's funeral. It was the panic that my sense of self and everything around me will no longer be. It was a sense of nausea and shivering hysteria that gave way to a deep appreciation of everyone in my life. Surprisingly, thoughts of nature, beautiful scenery, or the world as a whole weren't at the forefront. What came to mind were the people that I love; an urgency that I make sure you all know how extremely important you are, how much each and every one of you is loved, and that I did my best to impact each of your lives positively.
Everyone knows that death is inevitable. I'm going to die. And most of my time in the universe will be spent in a state of death and nonexistence. My life is a blip, a phenomenon that occurs for only a split second, before it vanishes again. Everyone knows that death is coming. How many of us act like it?
Living from this perspective, it's so easy to sweep away smaller problems. There's no drama, no jealousy, no insecurity, no anger or hatred. Why? There isn't enough time; no time for any of it. There is only time for love and generosity. How recklessly did you love those around you? How much did you risk, and how completely did you give?
Our time is coming. Are you ready?
From this I am making a new commitment:
I am committed to being emotionally prepared for death.
Have I buried all my hatchets? Have I righted all my wrongs? Have I said everything that needs to be said? Have I forgiven everyone that needs to be forgiven? Am I ready to go to my death bed today?

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