I find myself in a conundrum….
Where the fear of running out of life is equally balanced by the fear of having lived a life and run out of the physical or mental strength to do any more than exist and wonder the number of days left before you are freed.
I am terrified of waking up and finding that the days are numbered and there are things left to do, left to see that have gone from being a possibility to having been put forever into the imagination of what might have been
Whilst the pondering of ones mortality is an ages old saga that has been hashed out and fought with by many before myself…. What makes it so that ones life has an impact on the world or on humanity as a whole…. And then argue with ones ego that you are special enough to have such a want that your existence might not be easily forgotten
I find myself in a place where I can’t think straight over the noise of life and the frustration that the world can’t stop – if only for a moment so that I can stand back and look…. And think… Without constant interruption of the necessities of life.
Thought for the Day….
04 Wednesday Jun 2014
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