the slog of living
the slog of living How to be alive? Remember your death. —Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer It isn’t easy, this life no matter what we’ve been given Maybe you were beaten, unloved— or cared for, given much but never seen lived in a war zone, either country or family— all of it hurts The hardest truth, this living is short, whether your span is a breath or full measure of years How to live best? Cherish inexorable, unsparing death the beat of your tendered heart Each, the chance to be you
You made me think about "inexorable." It's right in that death is unavoidable, but I never thought of it as persistent, unrelenting--a kind of push. It's just there, adamantly, unsparing, but quiet, too. Stealthy. Easy to ignore its inexorable presence.