It wandered, as it does for anyone working in hospice, to my own mortality, thinking directly about my own future demise... thinking of how I will handle it if I (one day) come into hospice care, how I will react when the doctor tells me I am incurable (if I go out that way), how I will say goodbye to those around me, how I will reconcile those feelings, how I will bargain with God and how I will think about my kids, my regrets and my successes.
It can be quite overwhelming to think about death as much as one does when surrounded by death daily (whose very salary is funded by it). However, I thought about how little Americans think about death, how everything in our consumeristic society conspires to help us avoid the subject.. how little we want to think about it. You would think it would make us happy. But, it does not.
According to some wise people, thinking about our death will make us happier in the long run. Could it be that contemplating our own mortality and eventual demise, allows us to live more fully in the present and become a bit happier?*
Sounds nuts, huh? Just to us Americans. A book I read a few months ago discusses this, along with many subjects. It is called The Geography of Bliss. I recommend it.. along with contemplating your own mortality today.
* I think there are many reasons we, as a people, are not happier. But, I will just focus on this today.