A Dance With Death
When death steps into our lives and whispers its inevitability, the world seems to shift. The ground beneath us feels unsteady, the air heavy with unspoken questions. Knowing that the end is near can be both a burden and a strange kind of gift. It drives us, pulling us toward reflection, forcing us to confront what truly matters, and awakening us to the beauty of each passing moment. Some days, the light seems brighter. Hope floods our hearts, reminding us that the time we have is precious, not meant to be squandered. These are the days when laughter feels more vibrant, when the touch of a loved one lingers like a blessing. We find ourselves grateful for the small things—the warmth of the sun, the rhythm of our breath, the sound of birds in the morning. But not every day carries such grace. There are darker days, where the weight of death presses upon the spirit. Grief, fear, and uncertainty creep in, pulling us into the shadows of our thoughts. On these days, it’s hard to find the l