Wednesday, 27 March 2013
There is only one certainty.
Guess what I've been, probably unhealthily, dwelling on?
Since losing our baby, death has never seemed more real. I can almost feel it, just at the edge of things, all the time. The thought of it stops me in my tracks at least once a day.
This drawing was me thinking about my own death, visualising my own bones, but also almost putting the two in the ring. Which is stronger? Life or Death?
Death always wins in the end. But you have to be alive to be in the fight in the first place. Some rounds last a long time. Some don't.
Maybe thinking about life as a fight is not the most helpful analogy. But it certainly feels like an accurate one nowadays.