Learning to accept. What is.

Oh, I've got a cold. Makes me feel miserable. But not deathly miserable. That's some consolation. But still, it gets me off my game. Because I like to feel healthy, wealthy and wise. All the time. But then I know from experience, this indisposition is only temporary. I'll feel better in a day or two. Of course, the day will come when I don't ever feel better. When the bottom drops out. When all goes kaput. And I'm deathly ill. Or I just drop dead. But then I won't know it. I'll be gone. Completely. Maybe just as I was. Before being born. As if I never existed. At least from my perspective. I used to think that was scary. But I'm not so sure any more. Because I'm learning. To accept. What is. --Jim Broede