Isn't every living person on this earth,
no matter their age, in the process of dying?
While I know this intellectually,
I seldom feel it, although it gets
more noticeable as each year passes.
For me, that far off termination,
the end of this,
the end of me,
is getting closer and
taking on more substance.
Rather than dwell on it,
while that may have it's merit;
I prefer to concentrate
on the here and now.
The now and the not yet
of the living variety.
I like the idea of blooming
and wilting
and blooming again...
in the midst of the dying.
kastilwell
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