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The problem with death in our lives isn't that it exists, but that we don't talk about it enough.
I could not agree more. It's something everybody does, Takes no effort. It is inevitable. In some extreme situations even desirable.
Yet in our Western culture it is a "taboo" topic. It's "bad". It's "undesirable". Goes at far as saying that if you die,you "lost". How often is it written that someone "lost their fight with cancer"? LOST? Was it supposed to ever be a fair fight against death? We may dodge the bullet a few times (I certainly have for now), but the effing end outcome is inevitable.
As other have said, being alive is probably the single most freak exception in the Universe. Being dead is the "natural state at rest" (Newton's first law at motion). So it can't be bad by definition. It's the exception. The fact we're doing what we're even doing in here right now... it's exceptional.
We take ourselves way too seriously as humans. We are random grains of sands thrown about here for a ridiculously short timeframe we call life.
Let's make the absolute best of it while this universally short party still lasts.
To quote Pedro Caldreon De La Barca in the 1600s:
".. The king dreams he is king, and lives
with this deception ordering,
disposing of and governing,
and all the applauses he receives
are but a loan writ on the wind
and burnt to ashes in the end
by death itself (what rotten luck!);
to try to rule’s a waste of breath,
since all will see themselves wake up
at last within the dream of death!
The rich man dreams of riches he
is offered for a weight of care;
paupers dream the fate they bear
their misery, their poverty;
others dream they’re set to win,
strivers dream of toil’s end,
some who dream aggrieve, offend,
and through the world, in conclusion,
all are dreaming self-delusion
no one seems to comprehend.
I dream that I in prison lie
burdened with a prisoner’s fate,
and then I dreamed another state
and saw myself more lionized.
What is life? A frenesy.
What is life? Illusory,
shadow ’tis, fiction, it,
its greatest good not worth a whit,
since all this life of ours seems
but a dream, and dreams… are dreams .."
. Life Is a Dream by Pedro Calderón de la Barca (1600-1681) Translated by Elwin Wirkala The king dreams he
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