12.11.2008
Death after Life, Life after Death @ 11:59 AMIn a serious attempt to delay what one must do before/during hell week (no, not procrastination! i swear!), I post another question that dances around a certain topic that most of us are afraid of: death.
I've heard several times from sources on different occasions that expecting death allows us to live and truly live. Search for death quotes, among the famous ones: "He not busy being born is busy dying" (Bob Dylan) or "Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives" (A. Sachs).
I guess my question is: Does impending death and knowing that we are all born to die drive us to live? What if we were immortal and time was no object?
I quote from a friend, Veronica:
Death is an ingenius structure of life, for without it, we live forever, thus what do we live for, without the drive to achieve anything but continue merely as a zombie? With an expiration date, we set ourselves personal targets.
Though I see the side which considers death as an ultimatum or a deadline to enjoy all earthly wonders, what if we had forever?
Maybe I wouldn't feel so bad about sitting down to watch TV, sleep an extra hour, take the longer and unplanned road ahead. Maybe I would consider taking the time to write a book, sip coffee by a window instead of just go go go!
Don't you feel so rushed with life? But then again, my question may only have minimal to do with answering Death vs. Immortality. Instead must I consider: Where is the line between living recklessly, without fear, or with every apprehension to waste time? Where?
Maybe I wouldn't feel so bad about sitting down to watch TV, sleep an extra hour, take the longer and unplanned road ahead. Maybe I would consider taking the time to write a book, sip coffee by a window instead of just go go go!
Don't you feel so rushed with life? But then again, my question may only have minimal to do with answering Death vs. Immortality. Instead must I consider: Where is the line between living recklessly, without fear, or with every apprehension to waste time? Where?
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