A Lesson in Death

Is it really death we are scared of or something else entirely?

We all know that one day we shall cease to exist, yet even in knowing this many will waste their lives and only begin to lament their choices once it’s too late, almost begging for another chance.

This makes me wonder, why don’t we make better choices, choices that we are truly at peace with.

You hear of 18 year old people suffering an unfortunate turn of events, then they give up all the material things that they were taught were important and go do what they really consider to be worth while.

Why don’t we all do that?

Could it be because we’re caught in the trap of consumerism, socialism, capitalism or some other for of ‘ism’.

I know many will say things such as “It’s different for them because….” they stop themselves short because the end of that sentence ┬ácan only be this –

“Because they won’t be around once they’ve had their fun.”

Or something similar, which is true, they may or will indeed die within a year in some cases and what do they decide to do with that time?

They choose to live.

They choose life.

They realise that while things are nice, they are just things and what really matters is what we choose to matter, which in their case is living, experiences that take their breath away and memories that they will always hold on to, even at the very end.

All we will have is the silence before we go and any of those heartfelt memories that in our life would bring a tear to our eyes and a smile to our lips.

Surely that’s better than any amount of things we can amass in the end.

I of course realise the irony of my words as I write them from a thing I own, in -between working for money to buy more things because I’m going to be around for at least a few more years.

What a hypocrite, eh?

I could let go of everything, all the follies, all the bullshit and yet I don’t because just like you I’m still a frightened child clinging on to a blanket for safety.

We fear the views of others, we fear our societies and being ostracised from them.

We fear being alone, cast out, different.

Funny really, after all the humanitarian talk of people being individuals and all that other bullshit we want nothing more than to be a part of the ‘in crowd, what ever that means.

More than just passing on our genetic code and the procreation of the species.

We have forgotten what it is to live.



For You…

As the water poured down my back, time seemed to stop and I found myself thinking. Thinking about everything that’s happened over the past few years and the chronicles contained in this blog.

I also thought about all the people who have read what’s been written, along with all those kind enough to like, comment and even share some of the simple musings.

To all and everyone else still reading what gets left here, I just wanted to say one thing…

Thank You.

I am not the greatest writer, nor will I ever be, but if I can but reach even a few people it’s enough.

Living the Dream or Living in a Dream?

To live the dream is a goal admired by many, but actually is living the dream? 

Do you amass such wealth as never to want for more ever again… People always want more, greed shatters that dream.

Perhaps it’s owning several properties, fast cars or possessions… Again this dream will fall, but not to greed; oh no pride is the cause of this downfall. The pride of having the ‘best’ and not settling for less.

Maybe power you do seek, this is the magnum opus, the quintessential top of the pyramid. This is where many want to be and they all suffer at the hands of the same demon… Fear, for there is no greater threat than the thought of losing your power.

All of those who claim to live the dream are simply living in a dream. They believe so strongly that it will always be the way they want, they refuse to wake up and see that their dream is not meant for this world.

It seems to me that those who dream of living the dream are really dreaming of living.