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.

The Men I Knew: A Rear-View Reflection | Sixty And…
This is the most painful and raw story I have written to date – across all my blogs, interviews, and essays. Not because it is dramatic, but because it is vulnerable and honest. Some truths, once fully seen, can no longer be avoided. Never Married I have never been married.


