“All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.”
- Walt Whitman
“Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.”
I shared lyrics to a song a couple of weeks back that has become my most recent life anthem. Girls “Hellhole Ratrace” is a beautiful ‘end of credits’ type song that gives me a sense of mission - a feeling of wanting to engage and make a difference and embrace everyone I love at the same time. This is a rare selection that gives me goosebumps and draws out tears every time I hear it. Right now, that’s everyday. (I’ve gotta be careful or I’m gonna wear this one out.)
It may be a result of crawling out of a dark tomb - of emerging from an attempt to deliver salvation in the pit of hell - but, in this resurrected life, I am optimistic. COVID 19 looms. I’m not making light of this situation at all but it has not put any fear or hesitation in my heart. I’m not being careless or imposing potential harm on anyone else. I even had a cold (that could’ve actually been COVID 19 for all I know) for four weeks. In the midst of world panic, I've have a passion for an ascension - dying did that for me.
The lyrics to this offering couldn’t be any more relevant to me. They are drenched in simplicity and youthfulness. It is an acknowledgement of a broken heart, a proclamation of existing sorrow, an endorsement for a resurrected life, an anthem of life for the living.
I am, indeed, sick and tired of the way that I’ve felt and I’m done dying. I did it for three years.