Everyone deserves a wake-up call and the opportunity to reform after being woken up.
In The Art of Mindful Living, Thich Nhat Hanh says, "I am of the nature to grow old. There is no way to escape growing old. I accept all age.
Second, I am of the nature to have ill health. There is no way to escape having ill health.
Third, I am of the nature to die. There is no way to escape death.
Fourth, all that is dear to me and everyone I love are of the nature to change. There is no way to escape being separated from them.
Fifth, my actions are my only true belongings. I cannot escape the consequences of my actions. My actions are the ground on which I stand. I am the sum of my actions.”
There is no way to escape being separated from them. There is no way to escape death. I once read — I wish I could remember where — that death is a gift of scarcity. The moment I read the words, I had an abrupt awakening. The feeling was more like being hit across the face with the book that was in my hands. Scarcity is a masked gift. It is that wake-up call I referred to — the one everyone deserves. It’s the contrast of what you once had against the emptiness of life without it. My arrest was that gift. Right now, D’s father laying in a hospital bed on life-support is that gift. Words escape me, tears flood me, and silence settles in with a poignant and overwhelming sadness. “We have to keep the vibrations high” — some of the few words I could manage on the phone with him earlier. Stay up, stay positive. “Yea, for sure… he’s going to pull through this.” D, the forever Warrior. I was actually relieved to hear him so broken, the cracks of his hardened exterior exposing his heart and sensitivity. He shows love to others by staying strong — often sacrificing his own space to grieve or breakdown or just feel. 7 days, the doctor’s say, according to D. In 7 days the family will be posed with the question, “What would you like to do?”. “So we’re on day 2!” D relayed to me with brittle optimism. His voice cracked. My heart dropped. What is there to say? Grief and sadness and gratitude and love — so much love — floods me for this family I’ve known for most of my life.
The words 'we are being guided; we are being led' run through my head and I’m doing my best to trust in them, in the events to follow. Everything will align as it is meant to be. We are being guided; we are being led.