Charlie Wear’s Notes

There’s no getting around it. All of us will die. Then why is the death of someone like Michael Jackson, or for that matter, Farah Fawcett, uh, disturbing. When I was in my 20s and 30s, I can guarantee that I rarely thought about my own mortality. However, as I push hard for the 60s, the ability to ignore reality becomes less and less. I wrote this last year:

A few years ago the Tim McGraw song, Live Like You Are Dying was on an endless loop on my ipod. I was struck with the realization of my own mortality. The realization moved me to make choices to fashion a life that was more in line with the idea that our days are numbered. Of course, people, young and old, die every day. Some have made a big ripple in this pond we live in, some have not. I guess what is more important for me, at this stage of my life, is that I live each day in a state of contentment. That I appreciate the daily blessings I receive and that I pass them to those around me.

Today I am living the life that I was trying to fashion, and surprise, surprise, I think my daily contentment quotient has increased. For me this has come as I have attempted to take life in day-sized chunks, not borrowing too much trouble from the future and letting past troubles fade. Today I’ll say a prayer for the children and family of Michael Jackson and for the loved ones of Farah Fawcett.

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