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It’s so great, I thought, having tea in the afternoon with someone you really feel at home with.
No matter what, I want to continue living with the awareness that I will die. Without that, I am not alive. That is what makes the life I have now possible.
In the uncertain ebb and flow of time and emotions, much of one’s life history is etched in the senses. And things of no particular importance, or irreplaceable things, can suddenly resurface in a café one winter night.
Before my eyes something was coming to an end, something I didn’t want to end, but for which I lacked the energy to suffer, much less fight.
We all believe we can choose our own path from among the many alternatives. But perhaps it’s more accurate to say that we make the choice unconsciously.
