Yesterday I posted the quote from the Dalai Lama. I saw it several places yesterday and everyone agreed that it really struck a chord.
What did it mean to you? I thought of my mom who is nearing 90 and is so afraid of dying (always has been) that she has never really lived. And now, she is angry about being old. I want more for her - joy - contentment of a good life - love - peace - laughter. But, I see only fear.
What came to your mind when you read the quote? I would love to know, please.