Why do we live as if we are not about to die? Do we pretend in every moment that there isn't a chance that death is not a breath away? Death is in fact the great unknown. But we know it follows us, stalks us, but yet it as if we have completely decided to ignore it and live these mundane, nothing lives. Instead of turning around and facing the fact that, yes indeed, we will die, we walk hand in hand with fear. We listen to fear, breathe fear, and do fear's bidding in each moment that death is not recognized as a real and true presence. The irony here is that we are treating fear with the utmost respect and authority where it deserves none and has none. Fear is the illusion, death is the reality. There is no meaning to life other than death. And what is death constantly trying to say to us, but yet we ignore it? Death says to us constantly and insistently, "Live."
"Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people." ~ Khalil Gibran
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