Every Breath, New Chances

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We age, we are faced with it on a daily basis. The only way to escape growing older is to die young, which is not much of an option. This brings to mind the Plum Village Chant I have in the sidebar, which I find such a comfort day after day:

I am of the nature to grow old. There is no way to escape growing old.

I am of the nature to have ill health. There is no way to escape ill health.

I am of the nature to die. There is no way to escape death.

All that is dear to me and everyone I love are of the nature to change.

There is no way to escape being separated from them.

My actions are my only true belongings.

I cannot escape the consequences of my actions.

My actions are the ground upon which I stand.

from: The Plum Village Chanting, by Thich Nhat Hanh