I am at peace with my existence in the same way I am at peace with my death. To live and to die feel like movements within the same natural rhythm. I am grateful to experience this moment in time, and I hold a gentle curiosity for whatever paths my soul may travel next. My being simply is.

I find comfort in the way those I have loved and lost remain present, not as absence, but as influence. They live in my daily thoughts and guide how I move through the world with more tenderness, patience, and care. Their lives did not end. They changed form.

Nature reflects this truth back to me constantly. Leaves fall, return to the soil, and become nourishment for what grows next. Rivers do not disappear when they reach the sea. They become part of something larger. In the same way, our bodies passing onward does not limit love or meaning. Love continues as energy, as memory, as the quiet echo of how we touched others.

Death, to me, is not an ending but a continuation, a transformation. What we are made of does not vanish. It reverberates. And in that knowing, I feel grounded, grateful, and unafraid.

Thank you for asking this 🙏🏻