[context: someone told me they were frightened of death, and it’s affecting them a lot - so I’ve compiled this as a kind of offering… ways that I make peace with our mortality]
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To make peace with death.
To accept death.
To not be controlled by death.
Why?
To enable living.
Death’s only power is in contrast to life,
as it is the absence thereof.
If life was a hideous thing that no one wanted,
death’s value would appear great.
One’s distaste for death, is a testament to one’s regard for life.
Death is perhaps one of the few things with utmost certainty you cannot change.
Thus:
To what purpose is energy devoted to it?
Unlike other problems, one can safely disregard contemplation of death,
as absence of which will not give rise to any further consequence -
you can’t mess up your own death, your body will take of that for you.
Once you’ve came to accept death, and how you will respond to it,
further contemplation isn’t necessary, as it is unchanging and
has no further words to say beyond it’s initial ones.
And when you’re dying?
Bugger death.
Contemplate life more.
Enjoy the sweet nectar 'til the final drop.
You’ll never experience a moment of death.
All you’ll ever know is life.
Once you were not.
To which you will become again.
Then it’s back into the hands of the cosmos.
To which it’s mysteries are quite beyond us.
Chaos.
Infinite chaos.
Put a monkey at a typewriter for eternity.
That monkey will write the autobiography of the cosmos, repeatedly.
What’s an eternity to a finite being?
A window, a glimpse, a snapshot.
One is aware, thus one can be.
When one is able, one is.
It’s healthy if we aren’t nonchalant about death.
It keeps us cautious and vigilant of the things that may do us harm.
Our resistance to the concept of death protects us from it’s causes.
But death isn’t the monster it is often portrayed as.
If life did not end, life would not have evolved.
All the diversity we see in life required death.
It is a vital part of the system.
It’s the cost of life.
The price of admission.
The book’s final word.
The film’s final frame.
The song’s final note.
Would you never experience if you knew it would end?
A life’s final thought.
Scarcity increases the value of that which we cherish.
I think the scarcity of our time, compels change in us.
The pressure / weight can refine us.
Turn our lives into something rare and precious.
“A diamond is a chunk of coal that did well under pressure.” ― Henry Kissinger
Our lives can be a fleeting dance to the resonations of the cosmos.
A celebration of the sublime - an affirmation to existence.
The cherished memories.
Places of purity and beauty.
They sing and dance with my heart - my soul.
Their resonations could fill an eternity with warmth.
I’d do it all again.
I wish to do it all again.
We each are given our time in the light.
To spread our wings and fly.
But a moment is reached where one must land to rest.
To clear the skies for another.
And when we’re of the earth,
we can fuel their journey.
To leave seeds from our existence.
Perhaps where a plant may grow.
To create a welcome home.
As was given to us.
We’ll always be here.
We’re all the same energy.
Energy fluctuates, but never truly dissipates.
The content don’t fight restlessness, so the content will be influenced.
The restless play musical chairs with those at rest; the vibrations resonate with all.
In this process, the restless become rested.
Death sits across from me.
I don’t know what to say.
I look at it directly.
It’s been sitting there calmly the whole time.
I’ve tried desperately to ignore it.
My mind is consumed by it.
All my actions are guided by it.
My identity is the remnants of what has endured it’s gaze.
Life, creativity, growth, love, joy.
You’re a second father.
You’re unrelenting.
You force me to react.
I’m better that I know you.
But damned if you’re my core.
I deny it.
Your power is with what you can take away.
I already have my core.
It’s not you.
I know you.
I will continue to make fuel of you.
