The Ultimate Trip

Quite recently the spouse of a dear friend of mine died, after more than two years of suffering from several illnesses that essentially ended his chances for any sort of satisfying life. When I learned of his passing I was actually relieved, although the proper feeling to express was one of sadness, which I of course did. Still, I felt better thinking of his spirit as released into the Universe than confined and contained in a hospital bed.

So many people talk about things that don't matter at all and never go near topics of importance. For example, the mere mention of death is a real bummer for most conversations, yet it will happen to each of us and we are rarely prepared for it. Instead the chattering classes go on and on about transgenders and abortion and diversity and Taylor Swift and most of all, Donald Trump, all of which matters to some people on some low level but pale in comparison to the fact that our lives, and the lives of our loved ones, will eventually end, often without warning.

See -- now you are truly bummed out. Try not to be. As somebody somewhere once said, "Death is the ultimate trip; that's why they save it for last!"