The title could have been Death Is a Great Unifier. Either way, my sentiment remains the same.
I have lived beyond the age I could see in my mind's eye when I was much younger, and then gone on to experience the lives of those closest to me disappear into thin air, into pure memory, into something a few breaths short of nothingness?
No, not nothingness. What do you call something that's there but also gone? Memory? Grief? I'll take memory.
I have experienced, and am experiencing, the lives of those closest to me turning into memory, and this includes my own life. Can you imagine?
Anyway, there is a sorrow that comes with death that turns fear into fearlessness, leaving one (someone like me) with a resolute feeling of wanting to live life wholly on my own terms.
A resolve to do what I like, how I like it, in a way that has meaning to me, and to give my best. After all, it will all become memory someday; another thing within reach that someone or something else may choose to remember or forget. Whatever they choose to do with it, with me, with this life of mine, it will no longer be mine, and I will no longer remember.
This is all that matters. That I will no longer remember any of it; the list is endless.
The reality of death forces me to say goodbye to the world while I still live in it, and to do what I came here to do in the best way I understand.
This is a gift that death, through its encounters, has given me. That nothing else matters beyond this moment and the choices I make for ME in it.
This is all I came here to say.
