Gone Is Gone

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If there’s one person who hasn’t shown the slightest interest in any of the incredible media circus which has followed Queen Elizabeth II’s death… it’s the Queen. She’s dead. None of what followed had anything to do with Her. It was about her, but none of it was really for her. Because she’s not here anymore. She’s no more. It’s for those of us who are left.

I’ll share my thoughts on what I think the ten days which followed her disappearance was really about elsewhere. For now, I want to remind myself, through this particularly impressive event, that she’s had her time and it’s already too late for her to live her life any other way. I hope she enjoyed as much of her life as was humanly possible.

When the Queen appeared in the short video having tea with Paddington, I was deeply moved. She gave me a precious gift. She will live on inside me, along with Paddington, two imaginary creatures, two fleeting figments of my imagination, for as long I am able to remember anything.

If you are still here – and you are – you owe it to something – even if you have no idea what – to live your life to the full. You owe it to life itself. Otherwise, what a waste! Otherwise, what was the point of being born?

I would say that our only obligation in life is to try and live good lives. To be good people. To be the famous ‘best version’ of ourselves.

What does that mean? Different things to different people. Are there any universal standards we can measure our ‘current version’ against? Not really; we’re all different. If we enjoy comparing ourselves with something, we could try looking at how we were yesterday, or last year, and see if we like the way we’re advancing.

It doesn’t even matter if there is no point to being here. The point I can grab from all this is simply that if we are here now, it would be more fun to enjoy what we’re up to rather than moan about things we can’t change and drag down the lives of others who are doing their best to get on with things positively.

What’s gone is gone, and when we are gone, we will have absolutely nothing more to worry about. It’s not something to fear. But while we are here, we often do fear. And that fear is often about death. Wrong. If we want to fear anything, it should be not having as much fun and not creating as much as we possibly can, while we can.

I’m far from being a royalist, and try to treat all people as equal here on earth, even if they have been born with strange labels hanging around their necks. The cry of “The Queen is dead. Long live the King” makes a lot of sense to me, though. Out with the old, in with the new. Let’s get on with things. Make hay while the sun shines. Carpe diam. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. Laugh a lot. Touch others. Just do it. And remember, only Paddington Bear and his friends never die. As it should be. And if you truly believe in Paddington Bear and Winnie the Pooh and The Snowman, you’ll never grow old or die either.

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~ The Prophet of Paris 🌄

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