Tangle With Death
Death has always been a useful pseudo-romantic / intellectual concept
But what happens when it becomes slightly more real
When it’s banging at the doors or howling through the windows
Daring to come in…
What happens when it’s no longer something you observe from afar
What happens when it encroaches too close to home
Does it still remain a concept
Or does its monstrosity become all too apparent
An all-ending destructive force that seeks to do away with all that it touches
I’ve heard it be described before as taking away all a man was and all he’ll ever be
And it’s true !
The finality and totality of death have always plagued me. That undeniable non-negotiability
It connects us all. Rich or poor. Mighty or small
It’s the destination we all share. It’s a mighty humbling force
It’s effect is felt even more greatly when we feel as though we’ve been robbed
Robbed of our one greatest possession
Robbed of life !
This happens when we feel like we still have much to give
That’s what’s really scary about death
The fact that it takes away without a shadow of a doubt the ability to do, the ability to be…
All hope is lost for no man can act from the grave
Life is precious. Life is fragile. Therefore life is dear
I hope only that we can do and give all we can
To not let death meet us still with offerings or hopes or desires
That we’ve worn out our bodies and souls in the pursuits of our hearts
In the pursuits that engage us in the greatest vigour
In the pursuits that make us feel truly alive !
And that when the inevitable does come knocking, we can open freely having nothing to hold us back… Nothing left to give
And we can sit and have a drink long into the night
That still and longest of nights…
