Where is the line between positive thought and delusion? It is often a piece of advice to look at things objectively. Can we though? Everything is so colored by emotion. Is she ill? Having a rough patch? Is she dying? Grammar can show how differently people feel when describing the same thing. For that matter, is she really dying? If we use the definition of dying as : "Approaching death" wasn't she always dying? Aren't we all dying then? It's funny how we all subconsciously deny the fact that we will die. Whenever people learn of their eminent death, or more precisely that they will be dying soon, they look surprised. As if death was always a future thing, never reaching present. I'm going to die? Me?
It's kind of like children and the concept of growing up and becoming adults. I feel that life itself, is a childhood, and maybe even the adolescence of the soul. Whatever lies beyond this life, that's the culmination of this world, or maybe just the next step, in a series of many.
So safe to say we are all dying.
We are all all approaching death, at varying speeds.
And what is death?
Not a state of being I think, but a mode of transport, to elsewhere. Somewhere unknown.
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