The passing of Queen Elizabeth II
There are definitely mixed feelings about the Royal family in the UK. I guess this is just another thing that divides people and yet, a lady who served in the role she was given for 70 years, unstintingly, impeccably and with grace, in my eyes at least, deserves a big measure of admiration and respect.
Personally I did not know Queen Elizabeth, and like billions of other folk I only knew what I read in the media, and in my case at least (who doesn't consume much in that vein) was very little. However at times like these when there is a prominent individual (who has touched most of us all one way or another) it is yet another chance for reflection on our own mortality. Not in any judgemental way, nor in comparison either, but quite simply, who am I?
When a person passes, it forces us to confront the reality of death. We came into being with nothing, and we are here for a while and then we leave with nothing. The beginning, the middle, and the end.
What goes on in the middle for the most part we are aware of, and a subset of that part (the majority) we are able to operate as an adult... Who is it operating as an adult? What is it that we use this time to do? Why do we do it? and What is our objective?
I find these questions really interesting. Of course there is no right or wrong answer. It seems that in this instance all we ever know is what we experience this time around. Maybe another time around there are things built on this, previous or future iterations of what we call a lifetime...
One of the most fascinating elements is that every single person who meets us, or hears about us, forms an opinion. None of these opinions about us are correct, even our own views of ourselves aren't accurate either, probably being scraped together and formed from bits that others offer that we take a fancy to (or not).
Who are you? ... not the name, not the pronoun, not your position in society, but really who are you... the one that came into being, before the human conditioning all started.
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