When Words Die
A brief therapy session
I want to talk about death but not in the usual way.
Every few days, I experience death due to following this dream of writing. Sometimes, I wonder if I might feel better not following my heart. So far, I think long enough to realize that not trying is like admitting my purpose is wrong and should be thrown in the garbage. This future looks quite ugly. I don’t want to go backward living as if everything is meaningless. A wise teacher once said, “All is vanity” and “there is nothing new under the sun.”