I read somewhere that you should make peace with death every single day.
I couldn’t do that when I Believed.
Death was this passing thing.
Not quite pretend,
But not quite real.
This gray space where questions couldn’t be answered.
That’s where faith came in.
Setting aside the finality Of death until one’s last breath.
Was that really any way to live?
Diminishing the value of this sacred Day that only happens once.
This sunrise won’t be repeated in the history of time.
It’s one of a kind.
Just like this human life.
Clinging to the image of some clandestine afterlife robbed me of the beauty of having this one last day.
Smudging the clarity of mortality holds a high cost.        
That I just couldn’t pay.