“I had it all. Even the glass dishes with tiny bubbles and imperfections, proof they were crafted by the honest, simple, hard-working indigenous peoples of... wherever. It’s only after we’ve lost everything, that we’re free to do anything.” – Fight Club, Chuck Palahniuk
Lately, I seem to run across more and more people discussing the “honoring of their commitments”. It’s usually said with an ounce of dread. Commitments to whom? Instead of making me feel more responsible, it tends to remind me that each life is our own. It’s the only thing we really own without sharing it with another. No mortgage on your bones. No personal sense of despair after you lose your last breath.
What will be the one thing you wish you’d done before you die? Come on… just one. - DN