Well, he said, I’ve seen it before.
You have all the symptoms.
Fairly common, actually.
You have life. It’s terminal.
I will give you, oh, about
forty years to live. Some people
really pull through, make the most
out of what they have left.
As he walked away, I listened
to his footsteps until all I could hear
was the sound of my own breathing.
God, it was beautiful, a tide, a river.
And that plant in the corner, have you
ever seen anything so delicate, so green?
Life IS terminal … for all of us, and so many tend to forget, or think they ought to fear the inevitable, when indeed, life is full of lovely delicate green things, breathing things, laughing and living and loving things.
🙂
Well done!
Na’ama
This came out of a very difficult conversation, and somehow the realization turned the whole thing a bit lighter for me … I smiled and laughed at myself about it all day
So glad it had! Sometimes perspective really does change everything! 🙂