Everyone of us will die eventually. How that takes place, or when, is up to the heavens to decide. It is preordained, although, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, like those that live wanting to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home. In the winter, who shall say where that one line ends and where the other begins? Our fear of death follows from the fear of living our life. As I have said many times, “live your life so you don’t live another’s thinking it’s yours.” A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time. I found my Grandpa Juan – content-dead – sitting under a pinon-tree smiling at the moment.
Has anybody every come up to you and straight up to your face say they hate you? Or have you ever had a death threat? Has anyone ever written 20 pages of garbage to you of how much they hate you? Have you ever been hit by someone – the reason being they just don’t like you? In my days as a musician and public figure, I have had some of the worst insults thrown at me, emailed, snail-mailed and said to me. It makes me wonder, curiously, why do we hate? Can hate be contagious? Read More→