More conversations around mortality these days, as everyone I know nears or crosses over the mid-way mark. Or just hit by an increased awareness of the randomness of death. So what do you want in the time you have left? More and more I am tempted to say "ordinary days". When so much is actually happening that is sustaining me, quietly. When nothing is distracting me from the minute detail. Like how the orange flames of the Rudrapalaash flowers have quietly started reaching upto the sky, while I wasn't looking. Just in time, announcing September, and the festivals to come.
What is the measure of a life? Would really living every day count? Whether or not you remember the details. :)
Re-reading, Gilbert, who asked of the gods, "Teach me mortality, frighten me into the present".
Highlights and Interstices
http://whilethereisstilltime.blogspot.com/2016/11/that-commonplace.html
