The Mortality Paradox

I recently came across a tweet that said the saddest part about life is: ‘all this, just to die’ and as absurdly morbid as it sounds, you can take that to the bank. Its face value is exactly that: whatever life you lead, however lavish, however desolate, the endgame is one. 

It indeed is profoundly sad to think you could land the job of your dreams, scholarship of your dreams and not even wake up tomorrow. All you worked for, all you prayed and hoped for finally fulfilled and life or death I should say, excuse the pun, just takes it all away before it's even yours. 

It really is truly tragic and insurmountably terrifying how cruel life can be in that regard which indeed does beg the question, all this for what?

Oh how I wish I had the answer to that but I haven't got a clue and if I had a sit-down with our maker before my time, that'd be my first question. 

Steve Jobs said something about living everyday like it's your last because one day you'll be right and my word what a quote! 

That maxim speaks a lot to just appreciating every moment and every day under the sun and simple as it sounds, adulting has taught me just how frustratingly difficult that can be. It's nigh on impossible to maintain a positive attitude when your day is going south let alone your entire life being in shambles.

I'm no expert but if one could find a way to live like so, perhaps the prospect of it all ending wouldn't be as scary, very apropos of that Oscar Wilde quote. 

“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace, ” goes the saying and you know, maybe it really isn't that bad.

_storyteller.