I’ve Contained Myself

playpen_by_britishducksI stood in the hall of the hospital and tried to explain myself to a man who knows me well. “I’m not afraid to die. I’m not.” I protested. “It’s just that everything has been redefined. They’ve put me on a timeline. Now I have boundaries. I’m like a child who’s been put in a playpen. Every time I turn I face a fence.”

That’s how I feel: redefined.

And confined.

But I’m not afraid to die.

I’ve never written about death. I’ve never really thought about it before. But now I think of it every day.

Sunday night I sat in a chair and watched a comedy concert. I think Kathleen Madigan’s comedy is genius. All at once I had a thought: my heart is a time bomb. And I felt panicked. I wait for my heart to fail. I don’t know when; they don’t know when. So I wait.

So I’ve thought about death. A lot.

For the first time, I’ve understood suicide. I’m not suicidal. I’m a Roman Catholic. I believe in heaven, hell, and purgatory. I do. Suicide is not an option to me. But I understand it now. It’s about the waiting. It’s about the desperation. It’s a can in the midst of can’t. It’s difficult to be confined in can’t.

I’ve spent a life battling biology with spirituality. I’ve defined myself as a spiritual being. And now I’m redefined as a biological being. Biology has taken precedence over spirituality. Caring for my body is paramount because my body is happening. The spiritual is pending.

And I know that death is just a biological evolution.

I’m redefined in my relationships. I’m the man in need not the man with resources. And I’m confined by the redefinition.

Biologically my body is failing. I can’t control my body’s reactions. I chose actions. And those chosens begat consequences. I can’t control the biological reactions.

I have to redefine my actions and my essence.

I’m not afraid to die.

I’m afraid I can’t live contained.

(Photo courtesy of BritishDucks)

About Mark R. Trost

Writer. Editor. Consultant.
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