Priorities

I read the words of a man

Whose friend was overly afflicted

With existence.

He recounted his friend's final actions,

Before he broke the shackles that bound him,

Skin and bone,

To this feeble world.

The friend invested his final hours with those close to him,

Spending thirty minutes to an hour with each person he valued.

They did not know he was leaving

Until, that night, he quietly escaped his misery.

I saw myself making similar plans;

But then I realized every person I might attempt to see on my final day

Would be too busy -- otherwise occupied.

How disheartening --

How morbidly motivating.

Author's Note

Just a thing I read, and my immediate mental response.