Just a thought. Not being morbid. Just the truth, just a tiny little factoid that all of us acknowledge but never truly believe.
Believe it today.
Today, carry the thought with you like a little piece of string tied around your finger. When you see the people you love. When you see the people you despise, or who despise you. When you look up at a blue sky, and feel the warm wind on your face. When the tiny, insignificant things in this life try to claim you, to choke you. When you are tempted to do evil, or given the opportunity to do good, remember that before this day is done you may stand before your Creator, your Saviour.
They say that, for terminal patients and the like, there is something in the knowledge that you are dying, in facing death, that somehow brings life into focus.
Well, we are all dying, every one of us. Terminal cases from the moment we were born. Make your days count. Every one of them. Live like you are dying.
Because you are.
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OK, I admit that what you say is true, but what real purpose does it serve to dwell, even for the tiniest of moments, on this most obvious of facts? Without gravity, centifugal force would fling us from the surface of the planet, but does thinking about it cause us to appreciate how wonderfully interwoven the laws of physics are and cause us to walk each step with awe? Probably no more than thinking about dying causes us to measure our mundane actions against a future meeting with the faceless creator that we know deep down exists (I think that even avowed athiests are afraid that they are wrong in that place in their psychy that screams to be heard when they're alone in the dark).
Psychy?
Yes Buddy, "psychy". That area of the ego where self important intellectuals who oppose war on "principle" know that they do so simply because they are cowards.
"Anonymous" is accusing me of cowardice?
Or perhaps it is the part of the ego where self-appraising intellectuals know that the ideals of this nation have disintegrated into rhetoric of self-justification. Perhaps were they know that patriotism was never intended to be a violent, exclusive love of one's nation, or a blind allegience to the government, market, or the American Way of life.
Perhaps where they know that peace is much more than the absence of war and that true peace has not and cannot be obtained through war.
Just perhaps.
Or maybe it's not a word.
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