We Begin With Death

Often, stories begin at birth. Most legends and tales are told from their origins. The end is so far away that we can’t comprehend it. But I want to start with death. As I give rebirth to my website, I’m interested in being comfortable with the thought of dying. After all, that is where all the roads will go.

We are all going to die. This is my mantra when I’m frustrated or upset. It’s a powerful reminder that maybe nothing really matters. In 200 years, no one will ever remember us. Unless you’re one of the lucky few who will be embedded in the history. For most of us, our existence will inevitably be vacuumed into the void.

I want to begin with death because every ending has a beginning. And this is the start of a new journey for me. In a week, I will be turning 32. And I’m not hoping to die soon. But I am shifting my focus and priorities under the spell of our unavoidable demise. Instead of ruminating about negative emotions, I’m more interested in finding joy in the day-to-day life. Yes, it’s important to recognize and honor each feeling that shows up – good or bad – but I don’t want to soak on them for too long.

My days are numbered. All I can do is have fun and enjoy each day. There is no point in leaving a mark. There is no point of dreaming to be part of the history. All I can do is shout into the void and fall in love with the sound that ripples through.

So we begin with death. Because death humbles us. To hear someone dying is grounding. It shakes us to our core, but it also shows us that there is no way out. We are all going to die. And it is our duty to enjoy the journey and find beauty in the living.