It is something philosophers have pondered for ages; the origins of life, what happens after death, and why the stuff in the middle? We all have our own thoughts on the issues stemming from the paths our lives have taken.
Life is a curious thing. Why is there life? Why do humans think and reason? The fact of the matter is I don't really care because we do. I am happy I was granted life and happy of everyone else's life as well. Life to me is a treasure. It is fragile and sacred. It is something to never be taken for granted. You never know when it will leave you.
Death on the other hand fascinates me even more. The body is so resilient and yet so delicate at the same time. What kills one will not kill another. I am enthralled by this and love to delve into the aspects as to why someone ultimately passed on. Maybe I should have been a mortician. We can go into what happens after death, but this is a personal matter. I don't care what you believe or how our beliefs differ, what matters is that your belief brings comfort to your thoughts about death. Because no matter how much we try to avoid it, death will find us.
Now about the most important thing and that's what happens in between the moment of life and our ultimate death. One thing I have been working on is living in the moment. We can't change the past and can't predict the future. All we can have semi-control over is what we are doing, thinking, feeling in the moment. I have been trying to embrace the moment by staying true to my feelings, not worrying about what might happen next, or regretting what decisions I have made it the past. What little improvements I have made on this has allowed me to be more open minded . Most of all it has allowed me to love the stuff in the middle more.
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