WE ALL HURT AND WE ALL DIE

 

But yet that’s something that we usually try to push to the backs of our minds – though all the while, our actions stem from this fact.

 

After all, if we were to be accepting of our death and not fearful in life, then why would we partake in war; why would we strive to put ourselves above others; why would we not view all as brothers and sisters?

FEAR

 

Fear is the name we give to the realisation that the game is slipping away from us. That for all of our striving, our clawing and our fighting, the tide is ebbing, and our chances are slipping through our fingers.

BUT OUR CHANCES OF WHAT?

 

It can’t be not dying, because that’s gonna happen. If it’s to keep doing what we’re doing, then we ought to be doing something meaningful, otherwise our lives are just stocked with emptiness.

SHADOWS

 

Fear is the greatest illusion, colouring the apparent world, shaping the wants that gnaw at our bones. Its blatant transparency blinds us to its ever present nature, and its constant beckoning. It can’t just be placed aside, but it can sometimes be overcome.

MEANING

 

Having a heart three sizes too small isn’t a curse. It’s the result of a lack of perspective – for, the humans with outwards perspective, are always the angels at the party.

Removing fear – fear for ourselves, and fear of others – allows us to act with clarity, and in parallel with the meaning that might shepherd us forwards.

THE END

To see yourself is to recognise your finitude. To truly see others, is to realise your own grace.