It's funny how we use others to propel ourselves forward--forward into life as short and brief, as snuffed and temporary as it is. We sprint towards the end and then BAM it hits us when we least expect it
Death shows up and we pump on the brakes and come to a screeching halt and realize as much as we want to we can't go back. We can't re-walk. We can't re-choose. We must re-try from that point forward to live like we always wanted to but were too afraid to.
Stand up in a Jeep and scream. Freeze your tail off in 30 degree weather because you are in good company. Drink too much coffee because you stayed up late the night before. The days pass on and slowly become interlaced with the night, the night tied to the day ina woven fashion never to be undone. Soon laying down to sleep is eternal.
Fear undoes the best of intentions. Fear disrobes the cloaks of love and friendship. Fear is our end. Fearlessness is the beginning of life. Not fearing death, embracing it's freedom, engulfing, submerging, and divulging in the eternal that could be is what makes this...this dismal daily grind, halt, start and stop worth bearing.
Have you pumped the brakes yet?
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