Let the World Shatter

Hold that which is yours like you and it are eternal. Worries of death and loss sour and poison the space between, and so it is like they have already arrived. To worry of loss is to lose, and to worry of death is to die. Better to let the world shatter than to live each day like it’s your last.

I struggle with an anxiety of loss, which makes me crave a worry-free life. I would rather the sharp sting of a tragedy slapping me in the face without warning than continuous worry about what I must do to prepare for one’s inevitability.