No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet -death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Steve Jobs
When does death come into the mind? Is Society kind enough to place that thought into the depths of a growing Child? Or is it unkind to encourage our rather innocent youth to the truth of life that we will all one day pass, whether it is untimely or by nature’s grasp. It is pretty much the only thing we can claim to be destined. Although many of us want to stay, but who is to say that we will not pass onto another existence? Or is that merely the persistence of the Human being, struggling against and with the ideas we have schemed. Hopeful and faithful by creed, traditions and science, philosophies – all or not giving the nod for another life, all altering our perception of life on a daily basis. I want to face it; the idea of death, meeting on my own terms instead of fear in my fateful final stretch.
So when does it come into that mind that we are the Walking Dead? That we walk alongside the idea of life besides death. How the drop between the platform and the tracks could in fact spell it, but our mind opts to dwell on the fruitfulness of life, that is what we are always engaged in or could be if we endeavour. Family, Fun, Occupation, Dreams – it almost seems we are naturally optimistic by not plotting on death, or rather it is irrational to make life so existential when there is much more to be met in this journey. That is why I offered the quote of Steve Jobs, hoping to take away from the disparaging idea of death. Life as an invention, not such a stranger to us. The danger of God warns us about a reason for being here, hence the path to the creeds which favour life as a deed for their deity.
Nevertheless what interested me is his short analogy of life as having death as the changing agent, evident in creations which take steps away from the previous and aims for the greater result, it could be claimed for life itself. For instance, morality produced from the thrilling conditions of living in a state of nature, or constant war and corruption regarding an idea of hierarchal set up. In a state of nature lawlessness is righteousness. Although we may have an innate moral compass which twists and turns around those we want to protect, the state of nature presents the raw Human being as a hunter gatherer – and theories propose that eventually Human beings opt to settle and structure a living which is comparable to a community, a Society. Conquering hunger with agriculture, protection with shelter, health with medicine and practices to preserve it, having a habitat which allows people to venture for more than a survival mode of living, always battling death.
We Human beings do not stay the same, at the expense of adapting to a better way. If not by whole of Society, for instance the system of Capitalism and the effects it has on life for everyone in a Society, people are still striving to establish progression to better their circumstances. We do not want to die out. There are heights, things to gain, that when obtained offer a new interpretation on life. Achievement is rife, acknowledging the determination put into those paths we sympathise with death – grieving for those who lose their opportunity untimely, or never got to see how life has progressed and simply because we will never see them again. I personally inspire a lot through death of peers. This used to frustrate me, but as Steve Jobs said – death is life’s change agent. Whether we accept it or not, it will alter how we perceive our time and personal missions. There is almost a bottomless pit of life, despite the turmoil a lot of us experience. Captivated by the trauma of drama, loneliness, caught up in the Wars of Humanity and effected by the controlling hands of governance.
I often feel life dwindles down to being pointless when the totality of it in my own mission is a far reach, constantly shifting my aims to accommodate for lost opportunity. Then there is the feeling of a black hole residing within my chest, taking away from my best achievements, contrasting it with where I want to be unable to see how I will achieve. As excruciating as that is, there are worse ways and thoughts against the living that encompasses us – such is suicidal thoughts. Although they arise in any situation, I often feel if I had that feeling toward my life all opportunity has diminished. Like a candle my flame has to be extinguished by my own hopelessness. Nevertheless there is much more, and as I live the playground of life gets wider.
Something I noticed with life and death is the fate associated with it, as if we must abide by the idea of fate in order to exemplify a life worth living. When someone passes, especially the famed, it is almost always claimed that the lives they led were destined. The way they effected the World, peers, their field, glorified and painted as having and fulfilling a path. For me, such a chance seems as realistic as a story or film. I spoke about this in a previous post, how fate is like a movie concept. With us being the main characters of a story, events as a scene and dreams, aspirations, as our destinations. All knowing the expansiveness of storytelling we hold to being able to understand that one can aspire to family life, or building their own home or a school in another land. Being an amazing teacher, or a great artist of music or paint.
In conclusion such aspiring tastes of life makes me sense it as an idea; Life as an idea opposed to a must by God or simply living without the ability to aspire. Geared toward the things we can manage in any scenario, whether it is to the harm of Humanity or personal greatness, being content in a comfortable living or dealing with rolling scenarios in attempt to obtain peace. I even witness socialising a child into this life as an idea, attempting to dictate how they behave and offering them what we think is best or convenient for life. Despite being dead on our feet, we can inspire ourselves to rotate the ideas that drive our living – realising life not as a ticking time bomb but a field for change.