Every Day a Little Death

The title is a song in my favorite musical - A Little Night Music. It's probably stating the obvious that aging brings the title into sharper focus. Last weekend it was visiting Dad in the hospital. This week-end it is shopping for a new dishwasher. In between there was the loss of yet another tooth. And the cycle continues. It doesn't matter whether or not something really dies, but it is a simple reality of this world that every day there is a little death. Even in our own bodies, we shed skin cells and filter out dead blood cells and brain cells stop functioning. And every day I'm pulling at least a few weeds to insure their certain death. And I get perturbed that certain little deaths cost me money. No, I don't want to pay the dentist who pulls the tooth that will eventually fall out on its own, I hope. No I don't want to pay for appliances when the end of their useful life happens upon me, regardless of their extended years of faithful service. My idealism is checked by my fiduciary protectionism. How can I accumulate wealth when I have to keep paying for a little death every day? Ah, there is the rub! I don't mind a little death so much; I just don't want to have to pay for it. Silly me! The Biblical words are essential to the philosophical system, "Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we die!" Hey, any one or combination thereof beats shopping for appliances! I've never minded grocery shopping. Heck, I do it at least three times a week now to maintain my walking routine and need to do it to keep the blood sugar where it is supposed to be. That brings me full circle to the beginning - "every day a little death." Not a conundrum - but how to live and react to the little death that comes our way daily - now, that's a conundrum - or at least, a cause for annoyance or introspection!