The reality of being finite entered me this week in a much more intimate way than it usually does.
A friend’s daughter has been in the hospital for more than two weeks and is not improving. A woman who works where I do stopped to help the victim of a traffic accident and was killed when another car hit the debris from the accident and spun out of control. The same day we learned about the death, paramedics’ questions echoed down the hall from me called 911 because he wasn’t feeling well (He turned out to be OK).
We read about more tragic events than these every day, but proximity affects how we are able to respond. I had seen the woman who was killed around campus, and I’m sure she thought she would get up and go to work the next morning exactly as I do each day. But we never know.
There’s a true heartbreak in this uncertainty. No amount of preparedness guarantees that we will get up in the morning. We will lose everyone we love, whether we leave first or they do, and it may happen unexpectedly. As much as we imagine and operate as if it were otherwise, life is largely out of our control.
Letting this reality break our hearts opens us to the beauty of what is. Living in an illusion of control separates us from life’s fullness.
We must learn to treasure the temporary. This doesn’t mean continually thinking we might die tomorrow, but rather heightening our awareness of the sweetness of breathing, of loving and being loved, of sensing the world around us in various ways.
What life will hold is unknown and unknowable. This is our heartbreak. This is our joy. This is our call to savor with gratitude the miracle of each moment, to live consciously in the presence of this unfolding existence during our brief and precious sojourn here.
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“…brief and precious sojourn here.” I am sorry to hear about your friend. Lizzie just forwarded me an email that Bella died Wednesday morning. The Hebrew prayer for the dead, the Kadish, celebrates God. Yizgadal v’ yizgadash. And let us say “Amein.” Love you lots.
This touched my heart. I do weave my awareness in and out of the consciousness of how delicate this experience of living in a human body is. I’m not sure that sentence made sense. It’s hard to put into words. Nonetheless, great post. Thank you Rachel.
Not only does it make sense, it’s beautiful.