To dance at the precipice will led you to the great fall.
The age of the individual is respected in the best way possible.
Yet, we blame the old, infirm, and the disability.
How can we create life from ashes?
It is true that we blame death itself, the old scoundrel.
We are being forced to be more responsible to outlive the very things that disrupt and shorten our lives.
Now we see death as a motivator.
Perhaps, the wait and see attitude towards that aneurism of life will make me see my provocateurs.
Does not death have a partner whom we call life?
Becoming to terms with death, may sound confusing to the uninitiated, but to face a fear like this one only evokes sorrows.
First we have denial, anger, blame…
Is that it, the eventual acceptance or the usual kicking and screaming that occurs at deaths door?
Set new limits, embrace the partners equally in their turn, express it all, grief, pain, anguish and much much more…