On Change and Impermanence: Life and Death

What’s the line between life and death? To tell you the truth, I can’t find one.

Every day, thousands of ‘events’ emerge, live out their destiny and come to an end. Every experience, emotion, sensation, encounter, thought, dream, sound. Every time I drive my car, that trip has a beginning, duration and an end. Everything has a kind of lifetime of it’s own. The ending of one thing brings a beginning to something new.

I read a quote yesterday that really struck me. It said, “When you sit down to dinner, life you as knew it comes to an end.” And this is so. Nothing ever repeats in the same way. This is the way of life, and it’s always the way of death. Each day is like a lifetime. Sometimes I’m touched by one of the transitions, changes, falling’s away in this ‘lifetime’. These opportunities I can see are a way to get in touch with what I identify as ‘me’. These sadnesses, these things that end that were part of me and my experience and my life. All these things are a type of death.

Becoming aware of this is a practice for a more significant transition of sorts at the end of this physical lifetime. That’s what we usually call death. But right now is the opportunity to welcome the movements of life and all of it’s beginnings and endings. Welcoming change in whatever form it arises is a way of fully living because it’s becoming one with things as they actually are. This is also a practice to begin to recognize that there is something that does not die, something that does not change. And that something is not apart from myself. It is myself. I am life. I am also death. And everything in between.