Nice little writing prompt here. I think that over time, we understand more and more about the life cycles, how they affect us, and at some point, we simply become comfortable with understanding, respecting rather, the mortality of each person that we come into contact with. I was thinking just yesterday about how lucky I have been in my health to this point in life, with everything considered anyway.
Is this a situation where there is “more to it” than understanding? Nope! I think it gets easier to understand, but realistically-we work hard our own lives, only to complicate it later in life. What we don’t think about is the fact that we don’t live life while we can. (Most of us anyway-I cannot speak for everyone).
Also, who moved my cheese?
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