Living more awake
Coming close to death changed how I live.
Before Honey, I moved through a lot of my days half-asleep, on autopilot, assuming there'd always be more time, more chances, more later. Her life lasted a single moment, and it rearranged how I see all of mine.
Now when I look at my boys, I see walking miracles. Not as a nice thought to have, as something I feel, because I know now how fragile and unlikely the whole thing is. That awareness doesn't make life heavier. It makes it more vivid.
This is what I mean by intentional living. Presence, applied on purpose. Choosing how I spend my attention instead of letting it leak away. And it's not a thing you arrive at once and keep, I lose it constantly and come back to it. The coming back is the practice.
You don't need grief to live this way. But grief has a way of handing it to you whether you asked or not.
Has being near death ever made you live differently? Even briefly, what did it wake you up to?