"Who really wants to live forever. Isn't death what gives life context: something to live for. We fear death now but, when it's time, hope to greet the Reaper as an old friend."
If one lacked attachment to the world he'd watch in awe as the ages wore on. We are simple by nature: we can't survive once the object of affection is gone. Love defines our existance. Whether it is love of another being, or love of a place, love of ourselves, love of ideas. We hold on to love and it is as a rock that serves as a foothold in the shifting sands of time. I do not fear death: I fear fear. I do not wish to die alone and terrified.
-as if it knows, the capatcha below this post reads "the ghosted"-
Comments
View All Comments
If one lacked attachment to the world he'd watch in awe as the ages wore on. We are simple by nature: we can't survive once the object of affection is gone. Love defines our existance. Whether it is love of another being, or love of a place, love of ourselves, love of ideas. We hold on to love and it is as a rock that serves as a foothold in the shifting sands of time. I do not fear death: I fear fear. I do not wish to die alone and terrified.
-as if it knows, the capatcha below this post reads "the ghosted"-