Death Becomes Real

Fre­quent med­i­ta­tion on inevitable death has a long his­to­ry, and I have sub­scribed to it in a dab­bling man­ner since col­lege, and what I thought was an earnest fash­ion for the last few years. How­ev­er, the SARS-CoV­‑2/­COVID-19/­Coro­n­avirus pan­dem­ic, and the half-assed, ham-fist­ed, lack­lus­ter, errat­ic, unco­or­di­nat­ed, and crim­i­nal­ly incom­pe­tent response to it has made this med­i­ta­tion some­what eas­i­er to perform.

Think­ing about death and prepar­ing for it is much more present and rel­e­vant when it could be around the next turn in the road.

I recent­ly had a real­iza­tion because of this. If I die, the only regret I’ll have is that I am no longer around to love the peo­ple who need and val­ue my love. Noth­ing else in this world is in my con­trol, and there is noth­ing I con­tribute to this exis­tence more impor­tant than the love I give to kith and kin.

When I’m gone, I won’t be able to love them any­more & they won’t be able to receive it. That loss hurts preemptively.

Stay safe, live with dig­ni­ty, love hard, die well.