Maybe the existentialists had it wrong. The real life of the absurd would be if we were to live forever. The idea of accepting our own death is a comforting step to take. It relieves us of youthful misconceptions and philosophical rationalizations that are not as substantial as they earlier seemed.
When Your Body Speaks, Are You Listening? | Sixty And…
At 62, I can tell you that my breakdown was the greatest gift of my life. I know how that sounds. At 55, lying awake shaking at 3am, I would not have believed it either. Going Straight Through the Darkness Dante wrote that the journey to the other side of
