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Will You Still Need Me, Will You Still Feed Me…….?

From the song, “When I’m 64”, by the Beatles. Ah, the Beatles, maybe they are to blame. My parents warned me about them. A friend of mine once asked me if I ever wondered, just before I went to sleep at night, if I would be alive the next morning. That conversation led to the development of a workshop he and I created on mortality. I told him a more pressing question for me was what value do I have if I can’t do anything? I mean literally, what if all I can do is breathe and have some kind of consciousness? What if I get to a place where I can’t hear, see, talk, touch; respond in any way? How do I make peace with the knowledge that all I will be doing is taking up space, burning up pr

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