Nov 21, 2022
3 min read
#74 — Oh, Children of the Mountains
A short memoir essay; impermanence, dying, and celebration
I will not waste another day without a sense of celebrating life; lucky to be alive. Experiencing the full range of human emotions is in the divine script of living, and so I tell myself, to feel as much as possible. My time on earth could be counted in years, days, or even the silent continuum of breaths.
