perfect we shall be
It amazes me to think that one day life as we know it will cease to exist. Shocking really, I mean, I think we tend to feel so planted here, so attached to all we think is real, all we think is important. Take some time, sit on it for a while, really grapple with the fact of being finite...
How hard is it? How fast does the mind travel to other things, other things that portray themselves as more important? Personally, I know what happens... oh this is coming up, that is going to take place, I need this, I want that, how's the cat, yada, yada. And I think we all have the same problem, I'm sure we all suffer, inherently, from some form of "ADD" and therefore are naturally at odds with recognizing the importance of understanding that, yes, life is certainly about living and fulfilling one's duty on the planet, but ultimately the fulfilling, culminating truth is that life is about dying.
What?
Yes, death... that which we all should hate with passion. A tell-tale sign of our frailty. To hate out of pride, angry that we are forced to succumb to the whims of a force greater than ourselves, is obviously wrong. But to hate out of humility, understanding one's own wretchedness and contribution to the reason for death, that is a completely different story...
How hard is it? How fast does the mind travel to other things, other things that portray themselves as more important? Personally, I know what happens... oh this is coming up, that is going to take place, I need this, I want that, how's the cat, yada, yada. And I think we all have the same problem, I'm sure we all suffer, inherently, from some form of "ADD" and therefore are naturally at odds with recognizing the importance of understanding that, yes, life is certainly about living and fulfilling one's duty on the planet, but ultimately the fulfilling, culminating truth is that life is about dying.
What?
Yes, death... that which we all should hate with passion. A tell-tale sign of our frailty. To hate out of pride, angry that we are forced to succumb to the whims of a force greater than ourselves, is obviously wrong. But to hate out of humility, understanding one's own wretchedness and contribution to the reason for death, that is a completely different story...
And I must go to school, so I shall finish mas tarde, si?
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