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Saturday, October 19, 2013

Decay and Mortality


Everyone dies.

This is a fact of life. And "everyone" includes you. But you already knew that.

Something you may not have realized is how close you come to dying every day. Think about it. Do you know how many germs (some dangerous) are on every surface you touch? How many your immune system is fighting off every day? How about the number of reckless drivers you risk running into on your way home? Have you thought about what would happen if you tripped or fainted on a hard surface? What if the roof above you isn't stable? How do you know there isn't a serial killer hoping to make you his next victim? Are you sure that meal you're eating isn't poisoned or spoiled?

I may sound paranoid (and I am), but the truth is you have no way of knowing how much longer you have to live. You are never too young to die. For all you know, you could die tomorrow- or today. Someone who, say, is over 70 or battling cancer knows this better than most people.

Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.
- James 4:14

You can go to the gym, you can eat right, you can exercise every morning. You'll still run out of life. You know what else? Everything around you is decaying. It is slowly wearing out and will eventually fall apart or break. You're growing older at this very moment. You can get surgery, use anti-aging cosmetics, but you can't prevent this gradual wear.

One big sad summary:All your favorite shows will be canceled, your favorite bands will all break up, everything around you is turning to dust, you are moving closer to your death every second, everyone you care about is going to die, and in 200 years, most people won't remember your name, much less what you did with your life. And there is nothing you can do about any of that.

I'm not sure if there's a point to this post, besides an attempt to not stress about the above so much. Or maybe it's because misery loves company.

And here's something else I wrote about this.

© 2013 by M.R.R.

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