When we’re constantly moving at the speed of sound, we sometimes forget how to stop. But that pausing is necessary in order to exist in the now. When you’re constantly moving through time and the world, the now ceases to exist and all your left with is accomplishing one task after the next until finally exhaustion sets in.
You breathe in, finally, and you realize half your lifetime is gone, and that thought paralyzes you.
For about one day.
But then you get back on your feet again, scared, and realize that the only way to avoid the thought of getting older is to run from it. So you do it all over again, keeping yourself busy until you just can’t work anymore. That’s when you’re finally forced to confront your own mortality. But by then it’s too late. You’ve already lead an unfulfilling life, and a few short years of retirement and ailing health are not enough to redeem a life squandered under the camouflage of business ventures and “satisfying” achievements. Then you die. You’ve only done a really good job of acting like everything is okay.
Is it any wonder that the notion of people ceasing to exist when they die is so popular? From there perspective, life really is a “tale told by an idiot. Full of sound and fury. Signifying nothing.” It’s a life so devoid of meaning that it actually seems attractive for a soul to die, to be released from the burden of the passage of time and slip into the dark ocean of oblivion. For a soul. to just. die..
But I contest that life means so much more.
Life can be cruel to the point of trauma, dark to the point torment, and abusive to the point of affliction, but it is never without purpose. There is no such thing as a pointless life. Behind every gloomy circumstance or broken spirit is a story to be told. A testimony to those needing a hero or a beacon of hope. And despite all the pain that happens when the clouds cover the sun, we all still have the choice to savor hope and carry joy.
I believe in the eternal soul, and that confidence is not reliant on physics or math or argument, but instead contingent on the need to keep living and dreaming beyond the veil of death. Just because something is unknown doesn’t make it dreadful. Purposelessness is just one possibility, and every fiber of my soul screams that it’s the most unlikely of scenarios. Therefore, I chose to live for the now, making the most I have of my time in this world of entropy and chaos. And I choose to dream of the later, when expectations meet reality and I’m finally where I belong.
About the photo: Sara either looks very contemplative, or she looks like she belongs in a JRPG video game. Now if we just equipped her with a sword or a mage staff.
In response to today’s Daily Post prompt: I used to hate hearing/watching myself, but then I became a public speaking teacher. I quickly got over it. Now I’m kind of best friends with the alter ego that is on-screen Matt.