Black Sharpie marker drawing on cardboard, of highly abstracted suggestion of a hooded winged figure, ribs, pelvis, female torso sideview, and top-sideways view of a closed-eyes face and head, with sweeping motion and ripped cardboard, revealing parts of inner-ribbed cardboard panel.

Think.Bytes: A Passing Thought on Death

A thought on death.

Everyone deserves to die, as death is a natural part of life that is owed to all living entities, whether an individual agrees with how a life is lived and experienced or not. Death is the next stage of life, as life and death are forever intertwined. Death is as impartial as life; creation as indifferent as destruction.

Ethical dilemmas based on human perceptions are irrelevant to the nature of reality.

We attempt to govern existence when there is truly no such capability.

“My little girl is not broken. She is a prophet.”

Me Mum was diagnosed with Stage IV Breast Cancer in late 2016, leading to her passing away in 2018; the whole ordeal of which started this journey for me of accepting and understanding my uniqueness. She was pure love, Heaven on Earth. She understood me better than anyone and knew all the little things that would delight my spirit and brighten my day.

Since her passing, it has been really difficult to step up and be that person for myself, especially after the additional passing of my elder sister (to Metastasised Stage IV Melanoma and Epilepsy) just two years later.

I have been completely obliterated, and yet my mother’s comforting voice has been guiding me through this wasteland, reminding me I am not broken, but beautifully necessary.

I heard my mother’s voice so clearly in my head as I read this last paragraph:

“My little girl is not broken. She is a prophet. I want to be wise enough to stop with her, ask her what she feels, and listen to what she knows.”

Excerpt from ‘Untamed’ by Glennon Doyle

Always there for me, Mum. Even still. Thanks.


Excerpt from the book 'Untamed' by Glennon Doyle, reading: "But our society is so hell-bent on expansion, power, and efficiency at all costs that the folks like Tish—like me—are inconvenient. We slow the world down. We're on the bow of the Titanic, pointing, crying out, "Iceberg! Iceberg!" while everyone else is below deck, yelling back, "We just want to keep dancing!" It is easier to call us broken and dismiss us than to consider that we are responding appropriately to a broken world. My little girl is not broken. She is a prophet. I want to be wise enough to stop with her, ask her what she feels, and listen to what she knows.
Excerpt from the book Untamed by Glennon Doyle.