When thinking about life and all it’s mystery’s, i can’t help but think of the notion of death and ask myself daily if the very idea of knowing you can bring about your own death at any time a comfort. Its not going to be the nicest of blogs therefore, and might offend, or make people summarise that i am just not altogether there, which is maybe true but nevertheless i go on thinking such things, in a up and down roller coaster fashion of thinking its a good idea to get the hell out and other times deeply worried I’m just morbid and disturbed, so to start with what should be valued to most – Life:
So in defining life i would say we are given a ticket at birth, written on it is ” Destination - Death” Only those single words, nothing more. It doesn’t tell you on the ticket how you will arrive at your destination, if you will be going First Class or economy, or even if you are going to get the window seat. The ticket only tells you where you will ultimately arrive. We all get this ticket, its one-way, non refundable and the delivery is guaranteed.
