Death & The Soul''s Journey

There is a door at the end of every life, and we walk toward it from the moment we are born. Most of us spend our years pretending the door is not there. We avert our eyes. We fill the silence. We build, accumulate, distract, and postpone — as though the postponing itself might somehow work. And yet the door does not move. It waits, patient and certain, for every single one of us, and for everyone we have ever loved. I want to write about that door honestly. Not to frighten, and not to console with comfortable lies, but to look at it clearly — because I have come to believe that the refusal to look is the single greatest thief of a life well…