Death is the cessation of life, of experiences.
Fear of the ultimate end of experience, clouds the experiences of our lives. To worry and fret over something that you cannot control. Death is built into our very being. We are born into this world, and then we leave this world.
This is not a depressing thought.
Depressing is that there are so many people walking around like zombies. Animated but not living, not experiencing. To have years and years to experience all that this world, this life has to offer and not make the most of it, that is death.
The fear, to me, comes from not really living life to its fullest.
We should regularly remind ourselves that we will die. Shake ourselves out of our reverie and our complacency. Find a way, to suck the marrow from each day.
And as our Italian friends say, “Vivere la vita al massimo!”
We must live life to the fullest, or the very gift of life that we have been fortunate enough to have been given is squandered. This is the first and most important step in living our life with purpose.
To live and experience.