Yeah. We're fed up with the lives cut short. The overdoses. The suicides. The hearts that quit too soon. We've carried enough caskets.
There's another kind of early loss that still has a pulse. The premature, unwanted loss of the things that make you feel alive.
- your knees keep you against the wall while you still want in
- the joy in the music goes quiet because your ears are already ringing
- the instrument stays in its case because your body cannot keep up anymore
- you stop showing up as yourself because explaining yourself got exhausting
Walking away because you're finished is your call. Getting benched while you still want the life, by your body, your money, shame, lousy access, or care that never understood you, that's what we're talking about.
Early death is what happens when you're not free to be authentically yourself.
Engineers have a word for that freedom. Play. Not fun, not recess. Play is the amount of movement a thing has inside its limits. A hinge has play. A joint has play. A nervous system has play. A scene has play.
Early death is the play running out. Not the end of the thing, the end of the room to move inside it. Every single thing on this site is about keeping the play in the joint.
nothing else gets to decide when you're done. full stop.