The Art of Dying

Dying is a dead art. It is a natural factor of life, but how many of us acknowledge death? Not very many. If we did then more of us would dare to live. But so few of us dare to do this, to tap into our potential, which is why dying is a dead art. Because we die a thousand different deaths a day. When we ardently refuse to use our gifts, to take a risk, we die. We fail to see how our fear of death impedes our ability to live. If life is the author then we are editors of its story. But why do we refuse to pick up the pen? To subtract and add the bits and pieces, which we want in our stories’ end. Why do we pretend and bend? To life’s first draft without the editors’ stamp of approval?#ohmyliba #dying

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