The Letters

Sun.Nov 7 / 10 0700 PDT I try to write personal final letters to a few people. I plan to leave these letters behind. To be opened after I die. I feel rushed and am afraid that I will not be able to convey what I am truly trying to say. I know that we all have a tendency to see ourselves in the light of our own intentions rather than as we truly are. I will be honest and sincere and hope that I am not blinded by that same light. I stumble upon a mental block . While writing these letters the reality that I will be dead soon , my frailty and the short duration of my existence all come forth front and center in my mind. I am sure that I will benefit and grow from writing these letters. I wonder if this is a good time to leaving this world ? I flinch when I hear all the jingoistic rhetoric being tossed around by various groups and countries. I feel for all those that are suffering as a result of other persons greed. I feel sorry for our planet and the life that it sustains as we continue to rape and pillage it. I was born in the 50’s. There has always been strife in this world . However I do feel fortunate to have lived and grown up in Canada during a period time in which we all enjoyed unprecedented personal freedoms. The period was not perfect but then nothing is. I feel sad that we have lost those freedoms , and continue to do so. I pray that I am wrong but I think that it will be a long time before they return. Maybe Tomorrow.    My bucket list remains without any check marks.