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  • It is so hard to wrap my mind around the concept of death and to imagine not being here.
    I ponder how my house would still be here, my toothbrush, my books, my clothes, but not me.

    Our lives take place in a departure lounge of sorts, some of us leaving soon, others in a matter of years, still others have decades before they embark on the big journey to the big beyond.

    But sooner or later we all have to leave.
    Presidents, paupers, celebrities, royalty, next door neighbors, loved ones, millions of complete strangers, all of us, all of us depart at some point.

    Contemplating the even playing field, as far as death is concerned, shifts my awareness to a different level altogether.
    Living in this departure lounge, not knowing when my departure or anyone else's might be announced, becomes an exercise in mindfullness and reverence.
    Some things become more important, others less so, but everything takes on a different aura and is worthy of closer examination.

    Our commonality, as regards our mortality or anything else for that matter, so far outweighs any perceived differences we have.
    We are all in this, whatever this is, together.
    All of us.
    Curiously, that is of tremendous comfort to me.






    (photo credit: Kuba Bo┼╝anowski flickr commons)
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