The Great Illusion

We are all dying. I don’t mean to be morose but I’ve taken some comfort in the brutality of realising that we are all walking around in this illusion of infinite living. It’s responsible for a lot of our worst behaviour. If we all had clocks around our necks with the days, the hours, the minutes, the seconds we each have left we’d probably behave quite differently.

This is a vulnerable time, an awful time, a devastating time. But can it also be a glorious time to do and say everything you mean to say while you still can? To live as you mean to live

I believe in the power of shared experience,of human connection, of finding resilience and joy and something to laugh about in the darkest of encounters. In the simple experience of being human. It’s good because its short. The cruel thing about this disease is that it cuts it short unexpectedly and we are creatures of habit. We get comfortable with our illusion of mortality but it doesn’t mean we have to be any less glorious. We just burn a little brighter for a shorter time.