tuesday the 13th of september
if you think about it, everything we love will eventually kill us. your sport will injure you, your pizza makes you fat, your cigs give you cancer.
and even if you achieve harmonious balance, satisfy the human thirst for an equal taste of everything, what happens then? you still won’t live forever. your husband may still leave, your cells may still miraculously start multiplying without control, a drunk driver can still come hurtling towards you way too fast.
but this should not be morbid or scary. an acceptance of the unknown is the only way to find true gratitude for life. if you ate a bagel for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every single day, would you still like bagels? the idea that we cannot live forever is truly what makes it exciting. the thrill of trying to fit everything you can in between the blinks of the universe you happen to exist between.
to spend your life in fear of death is to never truly live.
i think religion was so close to conquering this, but now instead of fearing death they now fear the afterlife. they fear the soul in the sky and where they shall place them for the rest of eternity. the premise still centres around us existing, forever. but what if we don’t? what if we die, and we don’t exist as a soul, or an angel, but the only way we still live on is through memories and precious fleeting moments and reminders of all the good you did and the love you shared with every beat of blood you felt in your mortal veins? the obsession with finding a purpose in life is killing joy- and destroying the true nature of humans- to live, to laugh, to exist together.
i would much rather be known for making my friends happy than for making some omnipotent being satisfied with the way i devoted my life to him.
Reese On Record 
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