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Wednesday, February 8, 2012
When I Died
I lost something.
Before I died, I genuflected. I submitted to what others wanted of me, gave them what they wanted from me, and waited in the corner till they called.
But my death swept all of that away.
The dust and clutter my death took from me left me lighter, fitter, swifter, and less willing to accommodate.
In return, death gave me strength and a clearer sense of discernment.
What I do now, I do for me. It is my dream, my vision, that I shape.
You can come with me or go. Your decision does not matter.
To me, it does not matter.
To you, of course, what matters will be what your death leaves to you.
And which of your deaths you have died.
For each of us dies more than once, although not each of us endures our deaths aware; and each death has it's reason and its purpose.