My unavoidable death seems to make life into a time-bounded game. Over the scope of eons (still a blip in the eye of the cosmos) our worries become smaller and smaller, until the simpler things turn from tired cliches into the strongest measure of my personal experience–being present, appreciating the moment, and being genuinely nice to the best of my ability.
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14 responses to “Musings”
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For a minute, I got sucked into the “being nice” thing and liked your new musing. But I don’t actually believe we really die – ever. I’ve read somewhere that death is afraid of us. We transition, yes but I don’t think that’s really death. Death is a store, according to the Law of Time. But who has the keys to the Storehouse?
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I also think we don’t die. I like to write the musing from an empirical point of view because it’s easier to garner consensus and highlight the main points, which are to be present, abide in positivity, which, to me, are of the same importance regardless of our fate after our bodies putter out.
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I think as we get older our lessons in this life start to really take root and grow. Our egos begin to fade and we can see things more clearly.
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Btw, thank you for stopping by and read my poems! I’d love to ask you for advice on how to grow an audience on WordPress, because I’m trying to seriously engage with writing and eventually maybe publish my own work 🙂 Thank you in advance!
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This is true even on a smaller scale: after my father unexpectedly passed, it was amazing how much everything changed. Things that seemed so important literally the day before were put into perspective as not important at all! And the things that are truly important are, like you said, being present (especially with the people you care about!) and appreciating the moment. You never know if you’ll have another moment with those people or not.
Kent Wayne 
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