Once we get older than 50 or so, people we know (or know of) start dying in greater numbers. Or so it seems. And that makes us think of our own mortality.
“I don’t want to die,” someone said to me once.
Well, I don’t want to die, either. I want life to go on forever as it is in this moment. But, this is a created moment and, as the Buddha sagely observed, “all created things must pass.”
We are created, too, and this life will end. We don’t know when. Here in the San Francisco Bay area, a BART cop was accidentally shot by a fellow officer. The bullet entered a very small area not covered by his protective vest. A fluke, really. A sad fluke.
But my point is that some of us are suffering with disease and are constantly aware that mortality could be around the next corner, while others go about their lives diligently, like this officer, and die unexpectedly.
We don’t know when we’re going to die, but we do know that we all will.
Perhaps you don’t see that as a comforting thought, but in a strange way, I do.
And since I have no choice about going, I do have a choice about my attitude. Which is this:
I don’t want to go now. But when I do go, I want to be ready. I want to have done many of the things on my bucket list. I want to be current with everyone in my life who matters. I want to go while I’m continuing to live fully.
And I want to go with a sense of adventure about what comes next:
as if it were just another trip.