Someone close to me told me before she passed that “getting old isn’t for the faint of heart.”
That said, I’d take it over not getting old any day. When mentioning this to someone else I know, he said, “naturally…living is precious.”
The thing is, the practice of living seems rarely to be an act of valuing it’s preciousness. Life is more frequently practiced as though it were a cheap and disposable thing. We don’t value the continual act of breathing.
When surrounded by the perceived valueless reality, i must practice to bring my mind back to the richness of life.
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