I saw my own death last night. In a dream. In a way that only a dream could produce, I saw myself lying in a grave and standing above it at the same time. It was a funeral for me, but I was the only one there. No one to direct. No one to weep. No one to toss dirt onto the coffin that didn't exist. Just me. Two versions. One alive and grieving, and the other stone stiff at the bottom of a hole.
I didn't look for meaning when I awoke this morning. I didn't try and connect the dots that got me to that point. I didn't. There were no good feelings and no bad. Things just simply were exactly what they were. One human body standing above a hole looking into it, and one human body lying in the hole looking out. Perhaps there is some deeper lesson to be learned, but instead of analyzing it, I simply acknowledged it for what it was, a dream.
Our positions on this earth are temporary. Our purpose is for no one to decide but ourselves. If something is standing in the way of your happiness, step aside and continue. If something feels like it's "off", it probably is and you should do something about it...now. I am responsible for me. You are responsible for you. Anyone that knows me, knows that I bleed this philosophy. It is true today more than ever.