This life is quite fragile. And the worst part is we do not understand the inevitability and the truth of this sentence, unless something happens – a jolt that wakes us up from our fabricated lives. Fabricated with the lie, or the illusion, that this life is for a long time, or at least that we have the ability to predict its length.
That’s not a problem in itself, I believe. Nobody likes to think (neither they should) about the mortality of human beings. I do wish, however, that we did not need these occasional jolts to remind us of the preciousness of life.
Most of us just wake up, work, maybe complain about our lives, and then go back to bed. And the cycle continues, and continues, until a jolt thrashes you to face the delicacy of life, and then a few days of accepting the truth – and lo and behold, we’re back to our old routine.
It is sad, really. It is sad how many of us forget to live and love. We, stuck in our monotonous routines, fail to understand the unpredictability of this life. And just how splendid it is to see the sun and the moon, to touch and hug your loved ones, to just simply be.
So let us live each day, and by ‘live’ I do not mean survive. Live and appreciate, and find beauty in each second, in each minute. And when that occasional jolt hits you, you can say to yourself “I’m glad I lived before this, and I’m going to live after this”
This life is too precious to be lived at the mercy of reminders.
Painting by Victor Nizovtsev
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