If the world ends this coming Easter weekend I won’t be surprised. If the world continues onward past this coming weekend, giving every living person a reset button following a worldwide pandemic, I won’t be surprised. The common denominator? We’re moving forward each hour toward our own personal death, and how we face that fact defines what our life is/was.
Like most self-employed business owners, I’ve lost, already, half my annual income this year due to the COVID-19 situation. Schools were cancelled, taking with them senior pictures, graduation ceremonies and professional headshots. Weddings were cancelled/postponed/downsized, taking away the highest percentage of my annual income. Family gatherings have been rescheduled, removing reunions, parties and celebrations. And businesses are closed, which takes away all corporate and commercial work.
Oddly, I don’t, for a single second, care about the lost income.
What is essential, to paraphrase the famous, important, quote, is invisible to the eye. It is only with the heart that anyone can see clearly.
I tell no one, but I will confess here one time, and it takes a crisis to bring me to this point, that in a prior life I was a family law lawyer. I have hundreds of stories, but I share none. What I will say, however, is that I learned quickly the value of legacy. The value of life. The value of death. And dying. And of being prepared to die.
Prepare to die.
Have your life in order to the extent that your final breath, while sad to those who love you, doesn’t bring with it uncertainty and chaos and confusion and needless time sorting through your accumulated things.
Die well.
Die with peace.
Die with grace.
But, for the purposes of a simple blog post, die as a testament to how you want your all-too-brief time on earth to have been lived, and, in conjunction, how you would like to be remembered.
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