Musing on death
Death has become one of my important teachers. Not because it has all the answers, but because it asks the questions I’ve spent a lifetime trying to answer. What is this life really about? Why are we here? What remains when everything we have worked so hard to build is left behind? Every funeral, every goodbye, every person whose name is suddenly spoken in the past tense reminds me that none of us are here forever. We arrive with nothing, and we leave with nothing. Somewhere in between, we spend our lives chasing success, security, approval and possessions, believing they will finally make us feel complete. Yet when death enters the room, none of those things seem to matter anymore. We live as though we have endless tomorrows. We tell ourselves we’ll take the trip next year, start the business when life settles down, forgive when we’re ready, and tell people we love them another day. But what if another day never comes? The greatest illusion we carry is believing we have more tim...