I read this somewhere recently: “Death is like walking through a door, from one room to another. There is no death, if we decide. Death is something we have created, in the ignorance of fear, in the unconscious race of galloping worries. We are killing ourselves, with all our limited fantasies of what happiness is- our dreams about this and that, cars, money, luxuries, the perfect partner, perfect surroundings, perfect conditions. The perfect guru. The perfect sexuality. The perfect spirituality. Anything. The dream about being something special. The trap is wide open and springs again and again every time another poor fellow is trapped. Man is killing himself, with the fear of losing all that, even before he has greedily sunk his narcotic claws into it. Forget it. Rise up. Take up your bed and walk- you are healed. Rise up. Take responsibility for yourself. If you choose to 🌹” ~The Magdalene by Lars Muhl #repost🙏🏾