Most people would disagree with me when I say that the one thing that makes life special or the beauty of it is “death”.
And that’s fine because everyone is entitled to their own opinions and in all honesty there’s numerous ways one can look at this, however I choose to view it in the aforementioned rather than the undermentioned of the way others might. One may state that the beauty of the gift of life that we’ve been given nestles somewhere between “good family or friends”, “stable job” and or “wealth or fame” and “nature- of sunrises and sunsets of oceans and dirt of animals and plants” and or “emotions – specifically that of Love” and secondary qualities of kindness and honesty of thoughtfulness and charity.
These are all good but I’ll forever place atop my scale, death as the number one contributor to the construction of a so -called “fabulous life” or it may not be death itself but rather its timing that makes this somewhat beautiful.
It’s the thrill of not knowing when this gift of life will be ended that makes the said wonderful. It’s because of that we go about our daily lives seeking to accomplish something worthwhile. It is the reason we’ve created bucket lists filled with throngs of things we desire to tackle before our journey here has concluded. It is the reason I believe that we “live life to the fullest” after all we only have one life to live right?
It’s because I don’t know when I’ll depart from this earth, I let the people I care about, know how much they mean to me, it’s why I give them flowers and chocolates, and hugs and kisses, it’s why I tap them on the back when they’ve accomplished even the minuscule of tasks, it’s why I say I love you, regularly.
Moments will be forever cherished. Knowing that death is inevitable and can occur at any time is what makes this life special.
But most people would disagree with me when I say that the one thing that makes life special or the beauty of it is “death”.