I’m not afraid of death. I’m not going to hasten it because I have people and animals I love. But I don’t fear it.
A life on this planet should not go on indefinitely. Mine included. There is a lot of pain. Physical, mental, soulful. A person can only take so much. I’m relieved I won’t be here forever. I’m grateful for what I’ve been given. I can certainly pass it on to others.
I think of death as a transition. I was born not knowing what the hell was going on with that process of being thrust out of a comfortable universe. I figure death is similar. If I can survive birth and all that comes with it, I can certainly survive death. They are one and the same.
I’m grateful this complicated life on earth business will come to a conclusion. I’m not in a hurry. I’ve died many times in my dreams. My response is always, “Ah, so this is how it happens.” I’m more curious than fearful. It may involve pain I can’t anticipate but then it’s over.
I think of it as a means to an end with a rebirth I can’t possibly fathom. That’s how rebirths should be. A sense of entering the unknown. It will be brand new. My molecules will break apart and reconnect in an unknown way. Who knows? I might be a rock. I like rocks.
Thank goodness it ends. This record is getting old. The sound is scratchy and the needle is dull. Play it again, Sam, for someone else.
L’Chaim.
6.12.25
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