death, no matter how fast you are he is always right besides you

death no matter how fast you are he is always right besides you

Death, no matter how fast you are, is always right beside you So lately I’ve been taking these long walks As I’m walking I notice this looming entity At first, I think it’s just my shadow Until I start seeing people closest to me disappearing And I start to wonder about where these people were going, I questioned the entity about it Where are these people around me going? But I never got an answer… Until one day I finally caught it trying to take my best friend It was the day I met death I asked him why he was taking all these people from me His only response was “it’s ok, one day I’ll take you to be with them again”
-orladno wilson

You work your life to gain respect, power, and influence, and even work in the pursuit to find the of the love of your life. You create a family and build a home, all while fighting inner and outer struggles. You even create outside relationships, all the while you tie these loved things to the word “forever”. Never knowing that was a word that should have never been introduced to the human language..

Because forever in the flesh means nothing to man, man who deals in things like seconds and minutes, forever is something that can never exist. It’s still baffling though how we as a collective try to convince ourselves that it’s not a figment, that we even dive into hypotheticals to prevent us from having to experience that reality. We try to tell each other things like “I’ll see you in the next life” knowing that that could very well be a lie, or is it? Do the souls of the lost and loved still walk with us to protect us and guide us throughout this world? Is that why man created forever, for the soul? That thing that people pretend is Casper or that thing you see vaguely in the background of pictures.

“The spiritual or immaterial part of a human being or animal, regarded as immortal”, that is the soul, that is the only thing beating death in this foot race called life. Your soul. But how do we know such a thing even exists? How do we know that we aren’t just a bag of flesh and water running a race we where never destined to win. I guess the whole point is to establish something he can’t take then, right? Something that is forever and ever lasting. Something that will out last the oldest buildings. I once heard Bruce lee say in an interview: “Don’t neglect life by worrying about death, I don’t know what the meaning of death is , but I am not afraid to die.”

When I heard that, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Why fear death, why try and beat him in his stupid race at all. No! Plant your feet solidly in your foundation and create something with your passions that future generations will see and admire. Create such a legacy that death wonders if he took you or no, by the way people talk about you. For every person dies twice: When their body does, and finally when their name stops being said… In the end everyone dies but I wanna live and live so grand that my name is never forgotten and I finally beat death at his game.

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death no matter how fast you are he is always right besides you

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