We’re all going to die Death loves to remind me.
We’re all going to die Death loves to remind me. So why do we obsess with the one event that is utterly predictable? Death has never understood why, if we truly value life, so many of us spend much of it obsessing about him. He’ll meet us all one day and since that’s an undeniable fact, he can’t comprehend why we constantly squander time trying to guess what he’s like. We all get it wrong anyway. He describes the act of death as being like a present, wrapped up, in the corner of the room. Some of us will feel and shake it, trying to guess what it is. Some will peel back bits of paper to try and get a peek at what’s inside. Others just won’t leave it alone until they discover for themselves what it is. He says an obsession with what’s in the box is the mark an immature mind. The mature mind knows that the very last thing that will happen is the surprise will be revealed. The mature mind ignores the box. The mature mind explores everything else in the room – and gets much more out of life.
From Dating Death – by Alex Burrett (From a collection of short stories called My Goat Ate Its Own Legs)
The library in Chorlton has a small display of JUST short stories. No need to spend time hoping I’ll chance upon a collection. There are already lots in ONE PLACE.
Heaven.
Life’s too short? Life’s for living. Carpe diem? This is it?
October 28, 2010