One step to the right...

My goal for this year is to begin depriving death of its great advantage over me. To adopt a way clean and contrary to the common one. I want death to loose the hold it has on me. I want to deprive it of its strangeness, to frequent it, to get used to it; to have nothing more often in mind than death. Because here's the thing; I am so ill prepared for it that it might ruin me, when it manifests itself. And while I don't know where death awaits me: I must wait for it everywhere. Think of infinite scenarios how it might come knocking, to practice it so much, it becomes my freedom. To learn how to die, and unlearn how to be its slave.