A recent Facebook comment exclaimed, “mortality sucks.” Yes. The fear of impending endings and loss is terrible. Yes. The pain of loss and grieving is excruciating. I don’t suppose there’s any way around that. Change can hurt, deeply, deeply.
Also, mortality is a gift. We could not be here, existing, if mortality did not exist. If all the humans ever born before our time were still here, if all the plants and bugs and birds and animals that ever came to life were still living, there’d be no room, no resources left for us. We are here, thanks to mortality.
Mortality is a gift to the future, to hope. Life will continue to evolve, grow, adapt, and change after us as it did before us. The trick is to embrace our little piece of the flow and love it as thoroughly as we can.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 274: 144 words, TOTAL = 46,209; 13,791 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.