Students of Buddhism are often asked to meditate on their own death; to imagine their last breath as their body succumbs to its inevitable end.
I tried this while flirting with the faith in the Himalayas. I imagined a wrinkled, shrunken, incredibly old version of myself propped up in a bed and looking out to sea. I saw myself surrounded by grown-up children and gorgeous grandchildren. I felt myself loved, comforted and released. It was incredibly confronting. Yet it was also oddly comforting – helping me let go of a lot of my fear and loathing of death.
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