I literally sobbed my way through the last episode of the sitcom. As a nation bereft of spiritual understanding (no offense), the entire premise of the Good Place has exposed us to religion, philosophy, and spirituality. Fear not. I am fairly certain that you can watch all four seasons and miss that entirely, or slide through and avoid rethinking your mortality.
When I opened my computer this morning, a picture of the forest in Earth Sanctuary randomly popped up on the screen. Randomly. There is no random. Ever. I pondered, then looked closely, and truly observed the picture.
The forest in the Earth Sanctuary, and the forest through the arbor in the show resonate as particularly similar! I suppose evergreen forests tend to have dirt floors, ferns, and a variety of trees, so they all share a certain ambiance. It is my mind that is illuminating the similarities to make a point.
In life, and in death, we walk the path. We saunter through the garden arches, and into the varying levels of existence.
I am facing another arch. Tomorrow, I restart the journey down the path of chemotherapy. I don’t remember how to do this. Last time, three sessions led to a traumatic emergency surgery. It also elevated me to a “no masses” resolution.
Tension. Fear. Mortality. Urgency. Resolve. Acceptance. They are all here, cluttering the mind, waking me for predawn rambling.
“It turns out life isn’t a puzzle that can be solved one time and it’s done. You wake up every day, and you solve it again.” (Chidi Anagonye, The Good Place)
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