I often think about death
When we are born we take a breath naked and screaming. We have no name no age.
When we die
We leave behind our flesh, bone and blood while our spirit the one thing that we can't see, the one think that makes us a unique person leaves us.
Our body and memories in other people and what we did or left behind is what gives proof that we truly existed.
Makes me wonder about the people that existed and died without being known or loved vs the people rejoiced by others and loved by all. Death can be cruel and death can be kind. Some people are afraid of death and others welcome it.