I am dying
Every day, with every breath I draw, I am closer to the end of my life. For we are born with a finite number of breaths, and each one I take edges the sunlight that is my life toward the inevitable dusk.
It is a difficult thing to remember, especially while we are in the health and strength of our youth, and yet, I have come to know that it is an important thing to keep in mind – not to complain or make melancholy, but simply because only with the honest knowledge that one day I will die can I ever truly begin to live. For when a person completely and honestly accepts the inevitability of death is he free of the fear of it.
I can only look at it all and sigh, for as death is the greatest mystery, so it is the most personal if revelations. We will not know, none of us, until the moment is upon us, and we cannot truly in good conscience convince another of our beliefs.
It is a road we travel alone, but one that I no longer fear, for in accepting the inevitable, I have freed myself from it. In coming to recognize my mortality, I found the secret to enjoying those years, months, days or even hours that I have left to draw breath. This is the existence I can control, and to throw the precious hours over fear of the inevitable is a foolish thing indeed. To subconsciously think ourselves immortal, and thus not appreciate those precious few hours that we all have, is equally foolish.
I cannot control the truth of death, whatever my desperation. I can only make certain that these moments of my life that I have remaining are as rich as they can be.