Mortality and immortality

Once you really know one you can't forgive the other.
I've been acutely aware of my mortality for most of my life, which seems to breed a sense of immortality.
How do I keep sane?
Worry.
Over think.
Stress.
About things that matter but not as much as my mortality.
Or as much, because I give them that value.
Working with children helps because, as Whitney Houston said... They are our future.

Whisper 'I love you'

I've always said it, often and to all sorts of people. I give my love freely and it means many things.
I know that, as a child, I was able to say it so often because I was secure in its place and in its reciprocation. My parents would joke with me about the frequency of my declaration.
As I grew older and threw the word around, I hoped it would serve me just as well. 

Not always. 

It was sometimes misplaced and remained over used.

I grew to be more cautious with it, with men, with those that found it a trap. I felt the certainly of my feelings but didn't get it back. With my choice of husband or still felt that I gave and gave and he cautiously returned my voice. So often I wondered if he did, love me. He did and does.
For a time I stopped saying it. I couldn't do it with the honesty I once had, with the naive abandon that I took for granted.
Today, a life time on I whispered it softly, knowing I meant it. Knowing its true complexity and hoping the reply was  heart felt as my journey to it had been.
I will always love easily.

I will say it often and to many people.

Today I am happy to be in a place that accepts it and me for the time before and the time to come.