I thought “what difference does it make; people probably won’t even understand what I’m saying.” And then it became one of my most recent viral posts.
🧠 Duh. Lesson learned, yet again: an honest thought expressed with authenticity and humility is a lightning rod in a time when we’re constantly swiping past outrage, judgment, and pure fake shit too.
I shouldn’t have underestimated how many people feel the same hunger for realness and depth a topic like death offers.
🔍 I have a feeling there’s a quiet shift getting started: people who’ve realized the constant outrage and tribalism saturating most of the media we consume isn’t going away.
It’s the new trash TV.
Which means just like it always was, it’s entirely up to us to create places where we can immerse ourselves in all the beauty, substance, transcendence, and complexity we crave.
Even if that’s just spending a little more time immersed in what intrigues you instead of what the world shoves on you.
👁️ We might actually start to see new solutions if we weren’t always staring at the same problems.
5 months ago_cant_kill_my_vibe
I've helped a few people transition to the other side. It's the most beautiful and personal thing that someone can allow you to do for them. I hope to do it full time. It sucks a lot of energy out of you, but the level at which you give is so worth it.
5 months ago_cant_kill_my_vibe
I've helped a few people transition to the other side. It's the most beautiful and personal thing that someone can allow you to do for them. I hope to do it full time. It uscks a
8 months agophdmotu
🧠 Duh (☺️). I think it'd be a healthy thing to talk about death, but at what stage of life? My grandma at age 90, was met with a knowing that she lived longer than most, while my nephew's passing at 33 due to Fentanyl, left me sad for my sister and disappointed that decades were left on the table. My mom at 70, left me sad for her, but thankful that we enjoyed her for so long that I couldn't be selfish for her absence. We're all scared to death about death and won't usually get it the way we'd want it. It's a humbling and healthy discussion, but are we ready? Politics ---> 🤮.
9 months agoearthgirl93_
My daughter died at 9 months in my womb. She was born dead. I know this to be true. I've never felt more human. Beauty has never healed me more.
9 months agotracymaegermer
Yes, look into Die Wise and the work of Stephen Jenkinson. Also the film These Last Ecstatic Days <3
9 months agolookingforsteph
I learned a lot about life, priorities, and love as I helped care for my father from diagnosis to his passing (which was only 8 months). There is a lot I could say here but the biggest lessons for me were truly how precious every single second is, how little of the absolute bullshit we spend so much time and energy worrying over matters, and how in the end love is the biggest gift of all. Cliche, maybe…and I heard ALOT of it before…but when it’s personal and it’s someone who you love more than life, who is a part of you….the lesson lands differently, profoundly, painfully. Still I am grateful. My Dad showed me how to live, and he showed me how to die.
9 months ago86thebritt
There’s a reason why health care workers- who see a lot of death & dying - prioritize comfort & time with loved ones for their end of life care rather than maximum intervention at the hospital. We should talk about it more. We would be better individuals & a better society for it.
9 months agotatianafontalvo
Death is the greatest equalizer and strips all the noise ❤️ such a sacred teacher
9 months agotobeachcontinued
My mother’s mother died when she was 6 in 1928. I can say “my grandmother” because I wasn’t born until 1960. The night my mother died - 11/6/03 - I was sitting with her. And I remember picturing that her mother was rejoicing that after 75 years she was going to be reunited with her baby. I imagined her excitement & was completely overwhelmed.
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