December, Death and a Poem
December is the month of death, autumns bounty and beauty is leaving us and winter comes with its cold and wet weather to remind us of how everything has to go. (At least in the northern hemisphere.)
Death is a topic we move as far away from us as possible. People die in hospitals, nursing homes - or simply alone. High rents push old people out of the cities making even the notion of an end more and more distant. It’s easy to life in a young world, with young people and no back pain to fear.
Death has value as a topic though and we should consider it much more than we do. Simply because it gives context and structure to the time we spend with our loved ones. The time we have is not only limited, it’s also unpredictable.
My proposal is to look at the people we love - be it romantic, or platonic - once in a while and actively remember that we will die, they will die and that we should consider what we are doing and saying because of that. Is there a conflict to solve? Something you could forgive? Or do you simply have the opportunity to tell someone how much they mean to you? However unlikely it seems the chance to do these things might be lost suddenly. So, take it!
Currently large parts of the world are in a festive spirit and that’s the perfect time to start this tradition! I want to leave you with a poem where I exactly did that.
Thank you for reading, have great holidays!
Golden
I love the little moments, when everything is green and blue, and all the world smells beautiful, according to the golden you. Your wagging, stubborn friendliness can be a stressful chore. Brown eyes tell me loud and clear, I don’t know where to go. Our sun will set, I know it will. I hope you miss me too. Time is cruel; I can’t just walk forever with my lovely you.
Tim Jagodzinski
