I recently read an article about end-of-life dreams. The article hit me very hard. I've been preparing for my exit/demise/death/disappearance/vanishing/farewell for some time now.
I've tried to come to terms with the meaning of my existence/life. I've confronted what truly moves and motivates me.. I've reflected on the words of idiots and scumbags as well as those of folks who are vastly superior to me in terms of intellect and intelligence and wisdom. I've vowed to bite my tongue and keep my mouth shut despite persistent, obscene, and absurd provocations. I only have a dwindling reserve of energy and time to make the most of what is left of my life.
(To be continued)
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