we tell stories
Nothing is certain but death and taxes
It all seems so far away when we're young. Mostly, we don't really believe it. I remember the terrible fear and pain when I was a child and first realized that I would die. Now, sometimes, I lie in bed beside my sleeping husband and feel a sharp pain of grief that I must lose him--and me--and that my children and grandchildren too must die.
It seems so much closer now that we are older. It sits in the room with us, lies in the bed with us, breathes on us in our sleep. And meanwhile, a little bit of us dies every day, our memories, our abilities. But we still have love and we still have today. We have sunshine, flowers, birds.
We still have life
"Mistakes are almost always of a sacred nature. Never try to correct them. On the contrary: rationalize them, understand them thoroughly. After that, it will be possible for you to sublimate them."