Fear of death. Almost everybody has it. A lot of psychologists, gurus and snake oil salesmen pretend that’s The Fear behind all fears. I don’t know about that. But I do know that ignoring death it’s not going to make it go away. We’re all have to face it at some point. And the weirdest thing is that we don’t have any control over it. We don’t know when or how it’s going to happen. Yet we know that it’s going to happen eventually.
We currently live in a global culture that denies death and fights to kill it. Or at least hide it for as long as possible. Magical potions, apps, rejuvenating shit, oil snake, “age is just a number” stupidity and so on. Be like Hulk in your 80s. Live forever. Stay young. Have fun.
Yet I’ve noticed something important. What would happen if we would live forever? Would we be motivated enough to learn, dream, act, evolve, live with all our soul and heart? Or we’d have thousands of years to run from our soul and heart? When I’ve looked at it that way I realize that the thing that give life’s meaning and value is the death itself. Unlimited resources usually have no price.
How would it be to view death as a gift? And as a reminder that we don’t have all the time in the world to do the things we really care about? It seems to me that until we accept death we don’t accept life. We postpone. We run from ourselves and from what truly matters to us.
One day sounds nice yet we all know it that it means never. Because in the end it’s Now for never for a lot of things in our life. In the end life can be only Now. And sometimes death comes along to remind us this primordial lesson.
It’s not sad to die. We’re all going to do it someday. But it’s sad to die with your dreams and beauty caged inside your heart. That’s the real sad thing about this life and death.