“I don’t understand,” I said, “Nothing has changed, except we now know.”
“Yeah, “Mum said, “It’s like we’ve put on an extra coat.”
We have. It’s cumbersome and lacks warmth. It’s a weight of knowledge
We’ve slipped into this coat as it was handed to us and we can’t take off.
We have many coats.
We all do.
Some make us lighter, some warmer.
Some we grow into. Some we grow out of.
Some are in storage.
Some we didn’t know we had.
The coats we love wear thin.
We all have this coat. The coat of mortality – the knowledge that life is finite.
The longer you live, the more you wear it.
It’s not a coat we like to air.
We put on the fighting coat.
And we have love.
We have now.
This coat fits best.