As I mentioned earlier, we cannot put conditions on life. But this “life” is mostly ourselves, our thoughts and feelings, our bodies, the unknowable strength and resilience we possess, the deep places in our minds. And we can know nothing and experience nothing aside from our own being.
So if we cannot put conditions on life, then we ourselves have no conditions. We have great freedom to move in all directions, to invent and prophesy, to cry out in joy or grief, to defy and forgive, to love and be loved with complete abandon.
We have no conditions…except the brevity of life. Life is so rich and beautiful, but it does not last. And as Robert Louis Stevenson wrote:
The world is so full of a number of things
I’m sure we should be as happy as kings
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