There is birth and there is death, life is not that complicated. The same destination will be reached by all of us in the end. The question is not when we get there, but rather how we get there.
Tag: <span>Death</span>
I never thought about where our water came from; it was just there, and we could use as much as we needed on our farm. We could drink it right out of the faucet; there was enough to share it with the animals, enough to water the garden and the fields and even enough to fill up buckets in the summertime so that we could play.
Is it just me who feels that days are flying by? Or, that a month disappears into another month, another season, another year? How does a lifetime get swallowed up? Aren’t we just living like all the other people? Why do we take risks with our health and with our financial resources? What is it all about?
“I had a farm in Africa at the foot of the Ngong Hills. The Equator runs across these highlands, a hundred miles to the north, and the farm lay at an altitude of over six thousand feet. In the day-time you felt that you had got high up; near to the sun, but the early mornings and evenings were limpid and restful, and the nights were cold.”
The song title is so appealing to me and I find the lyrics rather uplifting than sad. We all will die one day, that’s a given, but so many of us seem to be living in fear of what will be.
Recent events brought to my attention, that I might not live to be a hundred as I planned. I mean don’t get me wrong, nothing has changed, I still plan on sitting on the porch of an assistant living home – high up in my 90’s. I will be listening to “Uprising” by Muse -just to rock the boat- and my husband will be right by my side, sipping his watered down beer through a straw.
David Bowie was one of my hero’s, I grew up with his music. I used his music lyrics to learn English and he challenged me quite a bit. He was an icon, a genius. He was excellent, because he was not afraid to be different. He pushed the boundaries and showed us the future.
All this time wasted Not speaking All this time hoping It would change There wasn’t much time left But we didn’t know Now you are gone RIP Sandy
Every year in the night of October 31st, horrible creatures are roaming the streets and houses and gardens are eerily beautiful decorated. Where does this tradition come from? Why do we dress up and try to scare people? Why do we carve spooky faces into pumpkins?
In a landmark victory for supporters of assisted suicide, the California State Legislature on Friday gave its final approval to a bill, that would allow doctors to help terminally ill people end their lives. California would be the fifth state, beside Vermont, Montana, Washington and Oregon to allow people to have a choice.