I find peace in making brief eulogies for tiny lives that have spun out, invisible to us, despite our self-proclaimed omnipotence. I know some may find it morbid, but I find it gives me perspective and focus.
In the end, what good are our things, our affiliations, our degrees… our status? Regardless of who we are and what we stand for, all creatures share the same finality.
That last moment, I won’t be thinking about how right I was, how justified I was in my beliefs—or lack of—or what socioeconomic class I was in. All of that will be rendered invalid in that last breath.
What I will be thinking of is love—the love I gave and the love I received. How I will miss it and how I hope I have left an ample amount behind. I won’t know where I’m going, not with unshakable faith. I’ll only know where I’ve been. I will look back on the path that was my life and hope I see it strewn with goodness.
Finding these tiny deaths are treasures. They remind me how fragile life is. They refresh my mind so I can try not to take it for granted. Nothing is as lovely as when it’s gone. The reminder of impermanence brings that beauty to me while I can still enjoy it.
This is my way of saying I notice, I honor and I appreciate what I still have. It’s not meant to create sadness. Just a reminder, to myself and anyone else who wants it, that whatever is bothering us today isn’t worth the worry.
Life is a delicate thing. I hope to appreciate every nanosecond. Death reminds me.