As a result of facing death more squarely, thanks to the Boston Research Center for the 21st Century and a friend who invited me, I vow:
To live fully before I die—to live fully for others, both all others and selected others, such as Katy, Joey, Louise, Ella, Cid, etc, and such as Amal, Ibrahem, Mosab, Mustafa, Rawand, etc, and such as those in Sderot, Jerusalem (all Jerusalem, east and west), etc.
To put into daily practice the ancient teachings from my various paths.
Which means to die to my inertia, arrogance, anger, desperation, occasional hopelessness and to be born anew, afresh—as if a child, attentive to the entire range of my experience, from the minutia of what I eat, shit, grow, itch, obsess about or who and when and why I fuck (not that any of this is necessarily minutia), to what I fear, dream, visualize, imagine, serve, do.
To be courageous in the face of set back, fearless before danger, humble when tempted by my native self-righteousness, and energized when deadly tired.
To die nobly so that others may live fully. To live nobly so that others may die fulfilled.