The idea that we shall die is more cruel than dying itself, but less cruel than the idea that someone else is dead, than the idea that, when the waters of reality close after having engulfed a person’s being, they smoothly, without so much as a ripple, cover the spot from which that being is excluded, where neither will nor knowledge exist any longer, and from which it is as difficult to return to the idea of what that person’s being had experienced as it is difficult, even while memories of their life are still fresh, to think that his person is assimilable to the insubstantial images and memories left by the characters of a novel that we have read.
Remember when you taught me
how to swim? Let go, you said,
the lake will hold you up.
I long to say, Father let go
and death will hold you up.
People may not tell you how they feel about you, but they always show you. Pay attention.
Most of life is a distraction from the truth, that everything you ever know and love will die.
The only way you lose in life is by avoiding the experiences that develop your character.