Death Was My Guru
On nearly dying, and choosing to listen instead of fight.
By Matthew Wilburn King · First published 2017 · Elemental
Some years ago, a diagnosis arrived that I had no framework for. The doctors used careful words. I heard the ones underneath them. For a while I did what most people do, which is to treat death as an opponent — something to be outrun, out-argued, defeated by sheer refusal. It is an exhausting way to live, and it does not work.
So at some point I stopped. Not out of resignation. Out of curiosity. I decided that if death was going to sit at the table, I might as well listen to what it had to say. It turned out to have a great deal to say.
What Death Teaches, If You Let It
The first thing it teaches is scale. Almost nothing that occupies an ordinary day survives contact with the question does this matter. The second thing it teaches is direction. When the non-essential burns off, what remains is unmistakably yours — the work, the people, the places that were never negotiable.
I stopped fighting death and chose to listen to it instead. That decision changed everything about how I write, who I write for, and why any of this matters.
The Turn
Everything on this site comes after that turn. The essays, the books, the talks, the weekly letters — they are all, in one way or another, notes from the far side of a conversation with death. Not morbid. The opposite. A conversation that makes the living part sharper, kinder, and far more deliberate.
I am still here. The work is the record of what was learned in the place where that was not yet certain.
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Original publication, 2019.
Author
Dr. Matthew Wilburn King
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