Yes, I'm dying.
With every passing second, a breath of life is taken out of me.
Slowly, but surely, I'm dying.
Maybe it's another month, another year, or another 50 years...
The moment I was born, it was decided. This child was going to die.
Another birthday; another step closer to the grave.
This single untold, suppressed fact that we choose to live ignoring.
We ignore it, and continue to do whatever stupid things we always do.
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Because you're dying.
Dying, dying, going, going, gone, goon, dead.
28 February 2010
I'm Dying
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Siah,
Are you starting to worry about getting older?
You are going make someone like me who has been around for more decades than you can count on one hand feel like I should plan on dying soon.
Maybe my POV on life has changed since I was in my 20s.
I value everyday day with my wife, every hug and kiss from her, from my nieces & nephews.
I suppose when my time is up on this little planet it will surprise me.
However rather than dwell on what we know must happen, I choose to live each day, love a little more, smile a little more and look forward to tomorrow.
David
Is this one of your Philosophy paper? I am about half there already. :)
morbid post...
Siah,
Then again, the dying you write here might be the more rhetorical type of feeling one has after a bad day or some bad personal event.
Remember no one gets off this Earth alive.
David
We are born to die, yes, however it is what we do with the time before we die that matters :)
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