I’m thinking about Death tonight

and how I wish I had forever with everyone.

I see those around me age with not a thought about it while others watch the clock and grieve every second that passes.

Those specifically, whose time is almost up.

I think about them and how I’d feel when they’re gone—and how I’d wish they’d stay forever.

The guru within me laughs like Ramana Maharshi. Where else could they go?

What is this? This cycle of birth and death. All living things go through it. Why are we on a “time” span?

Nothing lasts forever


In Buddhism, this is one of the three marks of existence (annica), the other two being dukkha (suffering) and anatta (no-self).

In Hinduism, this is Anitya. One of the main teachings in the Upanishads.

How can I expect my loved ones to stay?

How can I follow the ancient teachings of non-attachment and the acceptance of the impermanence?

This is what I’m thinking.

I’m thinking about death tonight.

And how soon it will be my time.

And how I watch others count the seconds on the clock

and how others pay it no thought.



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