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Death is weird.
After a while, everybody acts like it will change them and make them appreciate everything— friends, family, and each new day. But then, little by little, life resumes being normal again. You forget the dead person, or if you don’t precisely forget them, you just put them into deep mental storage, like you’re putting away jumpers for the summer.
Years ago, I met a monk seeking solitude and self-transcendence in the jungle.
He once told me that if there's one thing sure, we all have to get old and die someday, so get used to the idea as quickly as possible.
He added that we had died repeatedly in our past lives and will die again, so why should we be afraid of death?
Who could dispute his claim?