And what is your place in all of this? We’re here, and then we’re not.
Death is sometimes tidy, sometimes a mess. It is peaceful or painful, beautiful or sad. It is challenged until the last possible second, or welcomed with open arms. And those of us remaining are left to carry the candle.
And what is your place in all of this? What will be here when you’re gone? The world is full of epic tales, grand gestures in beautiful settings — full of motion and sound, and mostly meaningless. And the world is full of simple acts waiting to be done every day. Forgotten help in small places, a hand cupped against wind on a struggling flame.
This is a story of life. Your life. We all have just one more day. What will you do with yours?