Death keeps coming closer and I’m finding it hard to maintain my sense of detachment.
I don’t like death for all that it is. It’s an inevitable consequence of living; we’re dying from the moment we arrive here on earth. For all that I care, it in reserve as an escape option.
We are marked for death from the beginning; we are mortal, after all. Coming to terms – accepting and living – with the truth of our mortality is difficult. All I have stated are true talk but the reality of death is harder to deal with.
Still, I wouldn’t condemn anyone to eternal life, even those I love more than life itself. It is the finite nature of our existence that makes moments precious.More info →