In Life and Death

The future is daunting. We plan and hope and live, only to have it end in such mysterious ways. How is it possible that our thousands of years collecting knowledge have led to such an insurmountable question-mark? We spend most of our lives running away from death. Other people chase it down in misery or adventure. We run away from the elusive death, and into the arms of uncertainty. In some cases, our running seems so pointless. Death is unavoidable, after all.

In the end, is the precariousness of life favorable to the uncertainty surrounding death? Is the running, wise? Is our incessant pursuit of longevity admirable, or is it cowardly?

I, myself, have chosen to run. If death is inescapable and we can count on that experience, one way or another, sooner or later, why not run from it? I choose to try to escape. My choice is to run towards the experiences that life presents as I run away from death. I will sprint. I will persevere. I will fail.

When I die, I will do so with the certainty that I held on to life as best I could. In death, I’ll know that my life was cherished.

In death, I will know that I lived, or that I attempted to do so.

In life, death lives.