“Life is a brief intermission, between birth and death, enjoy it.”

— M.K. Soni

Death is a necessity of life…

If there is anything I took from watching an advanced screening of the mind-bending Doctor Strange (good looking, again, Xilla), is that from the moment when we exit the womb we are all on borrowed time. How long that time is ’til we “meet our maker” really is determined on a slew of factors that our coveted society, across all seven continents, present to us. And there are too many layers on that onion to peel, at this time.

Let’s table that….

Now, this isn’t a doom and gloom spewing of random thoughts from a scribe who has battled many sleepless nights like it’s a 15-round bout with the (mental) likes of Muhammad Ali, Joe Frazier, George Foreman — hell, Apollo Creed, Rocky Balboa — or any other proverbial pugilist in the equally proverbial main event slugfest of life. This is more a progressive revelation. Every single day, we as Homo sapiens, or at least the ones that are keenly aware of their own surroundings, learn three things about this precious gift. One, what the meaning of life is — somewhat. Two, and most importantly, our place in it. And, three, what we do right before our last breaths are exhaled. And that’s the thing. It’s hard to figure out our respective footing. Mainly, because of our respective upbringings vary.

I, for one, was blessed with the universal credo of “The Golden Rule” from my loving mother. You do unto others as you would want them to do unto you. Not many subscribe to this train of thought. An impressionable mind is like the lump of clay Demi Moore and Patrick Swayze haphazardly tried to sculpt together in Ghost. Or, breaking it down even further, it’s like a heaping serving of Play-Doh. The experiences and teachings bestowed on it will eventually shape an individual’s a way of rationality…and ultimately how that individual will adapt in their environment, and the people they encounter. My mind was shaped to be more selfless than selfish, though I have my fair share (debatable to people who truly know me) of selfish tendencies…like most others.

Let’s table that….

Regardless if I believe in the teachings of the “greatest story ever told,” verbatim, cover to cover and countless of versions to sift through, I still hold onto that sentiment…even if it is to a massive fault in 2016. Sorry, some people that you encounter in your lifetime simply do not deserve your good blessings or even the optimum blessing of knowing you! That is a painful fact, no matter how much you want to give the unscrupulous the benefit of the doubt. I want to believe that once upon a time, many, many moons ago, that golden sentiment was followed to a T. I’m sure that was the case way back when. Now, definitely, not so much.

So, how do the righteous find their place? How do we leave our mark, whether it be for strangers to marvel at — and follow whenever those decide to showcase said mark — or for those in very tight quarters without an abundance of social fanfare? How do we bide our time? There is no right or wrong remedy to this ever-evolving quandary. There is no blueprint. Otherwise, a vast majority would follow it, sort of how those who are lost in this storm look to others, who behind closed doors (or when they’re not perched on, and hiding behind, their make believe platforms) are just as lost, to show them the way.

Subjectivity is where the answer will ultimately be discovered.

Look within…before the last exhale.