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Julia Indichova's avatar

Dear Susan and Friends,

Susan, it’s nice that we can count on you to remind us of the lighter subjects like mortality and the meaning of life😊.

At 13, I went through my first full-blown existential crisis. The dumbfounding realization that one day I and everyone I love will be no longer. I couldn’t quite contain the despair that ensued, there were no grownups to confide in who would ease my angst, so I decided I needed to come up with a story I could live with. Decades later that story didn’t change all that much.

What will be left of me is what I give away, the love, the shift of consciousness I contribute to the collective, which begets a shift in the lives I interact with. And I live on through the depth of the connections I make. The same way the people I’ve loved and learned from who have moved on, continue to be quite palpably present for me.

Does mortality make the time we’ve been granted more precious? Yes. But it’s not death that gives meaning to my life, it’s what I choose to live for that matters most.

Sending love and blessings for the New Year.

Julia

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Harish V's avatar

'In my time of Dying' is on my reading list as well after i heard his fascinating interview with Sam Harris. https://www.samharris.org/podcasts/making-sense-episodes/369-escaping-death.

Those are great prompts Susan , which needs quite a bit of thinking , so i am going to ignore them for now and share a poem instead :)

Said a Blade of Grass

BY Kahlil Gibran

Said a blade of grass to an autumn leaf, “You make such a noise falling! You scatter all my winter dreams.”

Said the leaf indignant, “Low-born and low-dwelling! Songless, peevish thing! You live not in the upper air and you cannot tell the sound of singing.”

Then the autumn leaf lay down upon the earth and slept. And when spring came she waked again—and she was a blade of grass.

And when it was autumn and her winter sleep was upon her, and above her through all the air the leaves were falling, she muttered to herself, “O these autumn leaves! They make such noise! They scatter all my winter dreams.”

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