This post is not about success. At least not in the traditional sense of the word. But it is about reflection on all definitions of success in the face of death. Very rarely have we been so vulnerable to the prospect of dying due to external reasons in the most common of situations. I no longer have to be in a battle zone to lose my life. I realize I can die shopping for watermelons in the neighborhood grocery store, while running on the lakeshore, at the local cafe while eating my croissant or while giving a presentation at work.
Grateful is not a word we would use for the incidents in motion across the world. But I am grateful for the realization of mortality that is so in my face. The knock on the door is hard, calling us to take notice of our whole lives - on how we are living, on the definitions of success we have long harbored or the unforgiveness that lives within us.
Death can be the greatest teacher, as in the face of it, every semblance of urgent and important that we have long held dear, weathers away. We stand face to face with what is real. Are these incidents here to remind us to take notice? Are they here to remind us to 'die' that self that is no longer working, before we die?