Today, I interviewed a woman who is terminally ill. “So,” I tried to delicately ask, “What is it like to wake up every morning and know that you are dying?” “Well,” she responded, “What is it like to wake up every morning and pretend that you are not?”
In Hebrew, there is a well known phrase: Gam Ze Ya’avor – “This, too, shall pass.”
The highs and lows, good and bad. Nothing is ever without an end. Everything has an expiration date built into it.
When we refuse to acknowledge this simple but terrible (I mean that in the classical sense of “awesome, overwhelming, daunting” rather than just “bad”) truth, we set ourselves up for trouble.
Many choose to see the fact that things end as a reason to disconnect, to avoid becoming entangled in the first place.
The fact that things end does not make them tragic, or worthless. It makes them precious.
When you accept that all things end – some earlier than you want, some lingering longer than you might wish – we discover the opportunity to celebrate everything. Every second of every experience is packed with potential meaning and purpose. After all, nothing lasts forever. Not even us.
Because in Hebrew, there is another well-known phrase: Gam Ze l’Tov – “This, too, is for the best”