I know I’ve just come through another birthday – a milestone one.

We all get older, whether we like it or not.

With my ambivalence towards life and my participation in it, I am riding the depression roller coaster on a more and more frequent basis. It’s rough and terrible and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, but I’m coping as best as I can.

But now, I am takin note of more and more men around my age that are dying. Many who are younger than me. And I am finding that increasingly upsetting. To the point where it may be costing me sleep.

I know these people are not me.

But I still find myself feeling the slightest twinge of jealous admiration.

Their journey is complete.

They suffer no more.

They are bathed in the light and know the truth of spirit.

No more worries.

Only love.

But here they are sorely missed by those that knew them…or knew of them.

Have you had an impact on anyone’s life? The community? The world?

Why not?