This week I somehow managed to contract a viral gastro infection of body racking proportions. As my luck would have it, I ended up in hospital due to serious dehydration.
Whilst lying in the hospital bed, after a day of wishing for death, I gave death some thought. We as humans are very aware and afraid of our own mortality.
What is it we are afraid of? The pain of death itself (that’s my fear)? The people we leave behind? What comes after?
Then, I thought of what would have happened to me, if I had lived a hundred years ago, before modern medicine. I would not have made it to the age of 10! This lead me to come to the conclusion, that life is a fight, every day and we all lose eventually. It all depends on how long we are willing to fight. The day we stop fighting is the day we start dying.
We can either choose to live in fear of the day that we finally expire, speculating and questioning OR we can say, screw it! If I’m going to die eventually, and it is probably going to be excruciatingly painful and who knows what happens after, then I am going to make sure that all of these worst case scenarios are worth the life that I live.
Living is hard. Very hard. Is anything that isn’t even worth the trouble?
I will leave you with some of my favourite quotes on the matter..
“Krishna was once asked what was the most miraculous thing in all creation, and he replied, “That a man should wake each morning and believe deep in his heart that he will live forever, even though he knows that he is doomed.”
― Christopher Pike, Phantom