What Death Taught Me

We are all standing in a line.

A line we did not join voluntarily.

A line we cannot step out of.

A line we cannot see the end of.

And strangely enough, most people live as though they are not in it. We wake up assuming there will always be another morning. Another opportunity. Another apology. Another chance to say what should have been said.

But the line is moving.

Quietly. Patiently. Relentlessly.

Every day, someone steps out of...