On the way to coffee….
….I saw a graveyard. I then realized/remembered I will be there at any point between this current moment of consciousness and my last.
This immediately rearranged my day. I am not God, I will die. I must deal with this each and every day.
Who is telling me that I will die one day?
The TV isn’t:
The TV tries to convince you that’s what happens to other people. It tells you to keep; keep jockeying for position, booking 5 star vacations, buying anti-aging cream, trying to screw the un-screwable, lifting weights and dieting, etc.
Your friends aren’t:
No one likes to be a debbie downer, I don’t. I drown my advice with the practical rarely considering that the person I speak with will one day die.
Your parent’s don’t:
Parents hate to think about their children dying…..so they don’t talk about it. They tell us to strive for goals, don’t be like ‘tommy’ down the street, and to eat our vegetables so we don’t get sick. Not blaming parents, they are there for protection of sorts……however the message of death shouldn’t be shielded from us but we should learn how to process the restraints of life, called death.
And most of things you read don’t:
The self-help, gossip, car, gun, hair books and magazines don’t mention it. They show you images on paper that creates the insatiable that has no room to consider the inevitable.
I am there with you. read my last post….and that’s why I post this.
**I think a subject called ‘death education’ should be taught in grade school….this may rearrange current capitalistic constraints currently felt amongst the masses as we all position for the infinite…..realizing too late it was all futile.
