Losing.

Despite what you might be hearing lately, it’s not all about winning.  Sometimes it’s about losing too.

I recently finished the book Cutting for Stone, and was struck by the main character’s observation that Americans seem to regard death, the reality of our own mortality, with surprise.  It’s like we take it personally, as if we are unable to accept it as a universal truth.

Ah.  What’s that that I was writing about just the other night?  Common ground?

I used to describe parenthood as the universal leveler.  We parents – every one of us, mover and shaker and worker bee alike – we share a common experience of joy, love, frustration, vulnerability.

It turns out that Death is even more universal.  It affects us all.  It’s inevitable.  Inescapable.