Break out the stalls…

It’s past midnight, the cares of life are fast asleep, gaining new energy to ride our backs again by dawn. I am wide awake mulling over some thoughts, including one that many people shy away from.
The exit from life.
We had no choice over our coming into this life, why do many dread their exit from it? We had no idea of our coming, we had no clue what here will be about, so why do many get so attached to here in view of exiting?
How do we even make the most of each passing moment if we aren’t conscious of the fact that we don’t have forever? Won’t we live more meaningful lives if we allowed the truth of life’s brevity to take its seat?
What does it mean to prioritize things? How do we determine what is most important? Don’t we truly start living from the moment we realize that we won’t always be here? While it is a beautiful thing to celebrate our birth anniversaries, why do we miss out on the reminders birthdays bring — that we just got another year closer to the exit door? Each breath we draw is a step towards the exit door.
Why don’t we break out of the fear of exiting and truly start living? What’s the point of holding fear by the hand as you walk through to the exit door? We really need to let go of fear, so we can be free to ask the important questions of what life is, why we are here and what fate we have beyond here. Ignoring the thoughts of life’s brevity doesn’t help us seek answers, it’s probably only at funerals we mumble a few words, release some sighs and then move on, no impact on how live going forward. Same old us most often than not.
Perhaps the Psalmist had a similar musing when he prayed, “So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom” in Psalm 90:12
If you have read till this point, I hope you will take a little time and ponder on your journey through life. This isn’t a sermon, but just me musing. Our days are numbered and we don’t know how many they are, so why not break out of the stalls of fear, live in the now and ponder on yonder?
#MidnightMusing