I hope death feels like sitting by a window seat on a long road trip

I hope my transition to the afterlife is as peaceful as watching trees and scenery rush past as you travel the countryside

I hope that my final transition will be blissful

That I will not fight it

Or hold regrets

I hope that all transitions

I have endured from season to season

And those that are yet to come

Will have prepared me well enough

For my final bow

I hope I will have mastered fluidity

From my many evolutions in this lifetime

I hope I will be a graceful dancer

To the rhythm of life

Riding the wave from one shore to the next

I hope I will have mastered how:

To love freely and forgive easily

To experience people and places without the fear of losing them

To be less hard headed

And adjust my beliefs when I outgrow them

I hope I will be a master

Of holding hope and despair, side by side

That my heart will have appreciated its capacity to hold grief in one chamber and joy in the next

That my mind will not be confused by life’s contradictions

And I will have fully embraced the duality of life

On my last breath,

I hope I will be a master

Of travelling light and letting go

That I will not have carried unsaid words

Or uncried tears through life

That I will not have hinged my identity to people or places

And remained frozen in time

I hope

I will be like a stream

Meandering rivers and valleys

Crossing wetlands and deserts

Never afraid of unknown terrain

On its way

To the ocean