If you’re like me, you have come to an uncomfortable realization, on more than one occasion: life is stressful. It is stressful. And it is hectic. Sure, you have times throughout your life where everything feels like it is going well. You have energy, you have tons of creativity, you have periods of high productivity. But you also have cycles of irritability, of moodiness. Low energy. Depression.
Dying inevitably follows living. What makes for a good death in a just and sustainable world? I think about this a lot these days. Four years ago, at age fifty, I was diagnosed with late-stage ovarian cancer. Active and fit, it took a collapsed lung and two broken ribs before I realized I had a big problem, the ultimate challenge of life: facing my own death.