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Two roads diverged in a wood


Why these stories for children always have to turn out so dreadfully is beyond me.  I think if I ever tell it to my grandchildren, I will change the ending and have everyone live happily ever after.  We are allowed to do that, are we not Mabel?  To invent our own endings and choose joy over sorrow?”  The Snow Child, by Eowyn Ivey.

Can we choose our endings?  The extract above uses children’s stories as a metaphor for a worthy question about our personal outlook and input into life.  I change my mind on this matter according to my experiences yet I like the notion that where there is an opportunity for us to choose a better outcome for ourselves, why not choose it!

There are varied opinions on what is considered to be dreadful, sad, tragic or bad.  Death, is without doubt, a sad time but I desire that it be more than that,despite the circumstances.  As part of the life cycle, I wish we had more enriching ceremonies and understanding about death leaving better memories  to resonate with us as we move ahead with our lives following such a profound impact as death.

Perhaps it starts with accepting our mortality.  If death is inevitable why do we shy aware from talking about it?  I don’t think the real response is that it’s morbid, I think it’s about fear; understandably.  Fears are worth dispelling for when we face intangible fear there can lie the enrichment that we desire and much more.

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