We’re hardwired that older people understand death better, know how to deal with it better, and embrace it better.
Yesterday I was in a room with someone who’s dying and everyone else in the room was derailed. No one knew what to do, what to say, or how to act. New territory for almost everyone. Except for me.
We have trouble understanding the only constant among all of us, but once we fully understand it we live a better life.