Notes on accompaniment

the circumstance of death is undeniably beautiful in its own regard. surrender to the elements, companionate, purposeful. but it ought not be rushed. the lives we live are meant to be peaceful, and indulgent as a chosen escalation. far too often we rush towards the thing that will kill us to feel alive, forgetting the vitality emergent in coexistence. spiritual connection shines an ideal light, but requires delicate nurture. life is long. love is longer. stimulation is derived from one’s chosen calling, observe instances that enable that. love is far from a sufficient purpose in its own regard. it’s a feature of time knowing the self and returning to common ground, until all that’s left is falling into the final slumber. the rest is aimless pleasure. to live for love is to squander the self, to die in love is to get it all right. if one’s purpose is reproductive, parental, what a beautiful reason to live. beyond the years of child rearing, the arrangement ought not be bound to resentful codependency. find further pursuits until your intentional decay. wait until all the good words have left your mouth. if purpose is contributory, go make your mark. if purpose is experiential, hop trains with acknowledged gratitude for those you meet along the way. so long as you speak, love waits patiently. establish connections that promote your honest expressions.