Forever cherished until we forget
Loren Tofiulu Niklaus Hopkins
My once and future grave stone, a sobering reminder that one day will be my last. It's like an existential google calender pop up reminder. Well, I must get onto that: getting busy living, that is, because I'm already busy dying.
Some people like to describe my condition as depressive realism i.e. seeing things as they really are (in so far as that is possible). Why remind myself of unpleasant inevitabilities, when there are a plethora of other, more uplifting stimuli, crying out for attention? "When a man knows he's to be hanged [or dead] in a fortnight, it focuses his mind wonderfully."I don't have a clear deadline yet, but I think I prefer it that way.
I've succeeded in deconstructing my reality, the question is how to proceed now that the rebuilding process has begun and my impending doom has a new found sense of finality (yes, this is a direct response to over smiley hand clappy people that occasionally cross my path). A story borrowed from truehoop: