Focusing. On living the moment.

Don’t know what it means. To deal with one’s mortality. It’s more a case. Of learning how to deal with life. Not only my  own life. But the life teeming all around me. Meanwhile, I’d just as soon not think about death. Particularly, my own death. Better to be preoccupied. With living. And just let death happen. Preferably in a sudden way. Rather than lingering. Much better to think of life. As eternal. In a spiritual realm. I see so many others. My compatriots. Brooding over the concept of death. Rather than focusing. On living the moment. --Jim Broede