let lemons be angry

 Nothing much goes on in the privileged world. We fret over what to wear and which new places to eat at. We complain when our stomachs are too full. In all honesty I despise my life now. I despise my hobbies and need for beauty products. I despise my interest in good restaurant set lunches.

My boss cut short her stay in Japan after the tsunami and radiation traumas. But she said she lived well there. Always sure that death might be in the next tremor, she forgave everyone and repented of all her sins. And what was truly important was all that was important.

But here in our very-safe country, without tornados or military coups or tsunamis or earthquakes, we are still dying. Death is still near. Except that we live oblivious to the proximity of death, oblivious that we are already dying slowly and making no preparations to die well.