Death

Death or thought of death evokes fear.  The question is what are we fearful of.  The fear is more selfish.  Of all the habits or expectations we have got used to, the benefits the presence of the other person brings, the sheer presence of love and care, of memories to be created, of memories to be re-shared and of sharing the load of difficulties.

Are we fearful of our death? Does our death matter to us?  Are we fearful of our “death” or of the fact that we will be forgotten?

As Marcus Aurelius said in his work Meditations, “Close is the time when you will forget all things; and close, too, the time when all will forget you.”

In the grand universe, we are but an utter miniscule speck of life. Nevertheless life it is … and no matter how small we are in the grand scheme of things, we have the ability to touch the little space around us and those that inhabit the space.   There are those who have lived before us and will also live after us, and they remind us that we inhabit in a miniscule capsule of time.   But it doesn’t and shouldn’t diminish our meaning, but to contextualise it in a larger continuity of time, it should free us up from any unnecessary anchoring with the temporary. 

The power we have is the possibility of the impact of our intention in the brief period of life. Live the life as long as it is there with fullness, enthusiasm, curiosity and innocence. It is thus how you leave, which is inevitable, glad and contented. 

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