Death and the Dissolution

When we die, we dissolve. Not fast like sugar in coffee, but slowly, of course, like the decaying organic matter we are.
Death, as it is, is the great equalizer in many ways.
We are but young once and live as though we will never die. But when you are older, my dear, you will understand and the Great Existential Dread will set in.
It is quite normal and most intelligent beings will feel this. But because it is absurd to worry about death, we force ourselves to worry about the mostly inconsequential: others’ opinions, religion, or furniture.
Instead why not worry about living a life that in death we can be proud of? We won’t be around to know it but if we could imagine ourselves dead, then let us imagine what we would be proud of that we would have done?
by W. Justin Hook
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