I am aware we live in what appears to be a binary world of life and death,
and yet, each moment, cells in me and you, birth and die.
Do neighboring cells grieve at the loss of a friend?
Is that why we need sadness to glue our joy?
I am aware that as I age there will be more cells dying in me, and less replacement.
So, too, possibly with family and friends, though now I see how that expands outward as we age; family and friends increase, even as we let go of some.
Perhaps, each of us is a supernova, and it is to let go with all that light.
I am trying to teach myself to greet death with a little more joy. It is my practice for this day, without demand, just noticing and delighting in the shimmering play that rainbows my life.