This phrase popped in my head this morning. Not infrequently, I get phrases, then try to explain them to myself.
Here, many things are best allowed to die. Parts of ourselves we thought we couldn’t live without, bad habits, ideals which have outlived their usefulness: all better allowed to fade and disappear. Why carry something across a lifetime which makes you heavier, less spontaneous, and sadder, with nothing to compensate you for these losses?
And even Death itself we fear, but is this necessary? The sages tell us the living are the unfortunate ones.
How much more fortunate we would all be if we learned to live with what we have, and also to welcome change–all change–as a breath of fresh air, and a new life.