What if our understanding of ourselves were based not on static labels or stages but on our actions, our ability and on our willingness to transform ourselves?
What if we embraced the messy, evolving, surprising, out-of-control happening that is life and reckoned with its proximity and relationship to death?
What if, instead of being afraid of even talking about death, we saw our lives in some ways as preparation for it?
What if we were taught to ponder it and reflect on it and talk about it and enter it and rehearse it and try it on? What if our lives were precious only up to a point?
What if we held them loosely and understood that there were no guarantees? So that when you got sick you weren’t a stage but in a process? And cancer, just like having your heart broken, or getting a new job, or going to school, were a teacher?
What if, rather than being cast out and defined by some terminal category, you were identified as someone in the middle of a transformation that could deepen your soul, open your heart, and all the while—even if and particularly when you were dying—you would be supported by and be part of a community?
And what if each of these things were what we were waiting for, moments of opening, of the deepening and the awakening of everyone around us?
What if this were the point of our being here rather than acquiring and competing and consuming.
– Eve Ensler
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