Life and Death

I will not attempt to arrogantly explain the meaning of death, or what happens after its presence, because, quite frankly, anyone who has never died is not qualified to speak on such subject, and anybody who is qualified to elucidate its mysteries simply cannot speak. I do not know the meaning of life and death, but what I do understand is that the two are in perfect harmony, in which on the surface may seem implausible, but in a deeper meaning, that is how it is intended to be. That is why there is one and the other. In the presence of one, the other must certainly exist to maintain a balance.

            I sometimes wonder if it is an evil or beyond life’s intention to try and live past our natural time on this earth. I wonder if it is sinful to forcefully live and claw at every little morsel of life that we can reach, and if it is not, is it sinful to be clawing at something that is certainly out of reach, attempting to get it in our desperation? Why is that so often, we feel that we must grab hold and never let go or leave the physical dimension?

            We waste so much time looking for the meaning of life rather than living the meaning. We waste so much life attempting to extend our time rather than living in the time given to us. We are too preoccupied thinking about how many moments we have in our life rather than thinking of how much life we have in every moment. If we can live simply, then there will be no reason to forcefully claw at staying in this dimension, and finally, we can keep our soul in peace.