Will, my partner in life, was boarding a plane to Venezuela.
On the phone, enjoying the last moments of cell service before adapting to a few hours of Airplane Mode - he called me. On the phone, he described the plane as a 1970s plane that probably hasn't flown in decades. I believe he was joking, but knowing the little bit I know from the media about Venezuela these days... I got nervous, and jokingly uttered 'well, if you don't come out of it alive, what do you want your last words to be?'
He didn't flinch and responded with what I now will call the 'mantra of the day.':
'If We Die -- We Die.'
Truer words were never spoken.
If we die - we die. Que sera - sera. What will be - will be.
All the meaningless mundane problems I dealt with this today seem to drift away as I remember this truth. And I can shift If to When for a real dose of the simple reality of our existence: When We Die, We Die...
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
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