Getting Better

One of the ways we navigate our lives is to be on the look out for ways we can improve it. We might be devoted to motivational books. We might take classes in Tae Kwon Do or learn to play an instrument. We  might watch every DIY show on TV, eager to redo the kitchen or bath. We study, we practice, we ask questions, we make mistakes and we try again. Each day we can draw closer to the improvement we seek, raising the quality of our lives and, hopefully, having that spill over into the lives of those we love. The song we learn to play echos throughout the house, the new kitchen backsplash is appreciated by everyone in the household, our ability to break a board in two brings a sense of security if confronted with danger. Every day we put our energy into getting better. This is an interesting conundrum when faced with the prospect of dying in a few months. Is this, like everything else, something we can get better at? Can we be more open, less anxious, kinder, braver? Can we ask questions, can we cry, can we plan our ceremony? Each day, as we draw closer to the final day, can we raise the quality of our lives and, hopefully, have that peace and security spill over into the lives of those we love? Oh yes, oh yes, we can.