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Poem – everyday death

You have had your whole life to prepare for your death.
So why are you surprised?
This death is merely a stepping point from point A to point B.

Death is the same as when you graduated from college.
Death is the same as when you married.
Death is the same as when you gave birth and became a mother.

Every day is a new kind of death.

Death is the end of something old
and the beginning of something new.

All of your life you have had time to prepare for it
and yet
you have done nothing
pretending that everything is fine.

Every day is a new chance
to wake up
and experience
what is happening
right now.

And every day you have
chosen
to ignore
that gift.

Every day you have
chosen
to pretend
that everything is the same.

When we remove all evidence of
time
from our lives
we have no evidence
of change.

This is our undoing.

This is our great lie
that we tell ourselves
and each other.

We say
nothing stays the same
and yet
we keep everything the same
in order to
make ourselves feel better.

And then
when it all
catches up to us
we are
stunned
surprised
scared.

Don’t be that person.

Greet death at the door, smiling, with roses.

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