Life is an Illusion.
I must have said this before but strangely I seem to be drawn to repeat this mantra.
Perhaps this is the Meaning of Life.
We live our lives in fear of death. And this is not good. This robs us of our joy. It gives us pause. It makes us fearful of the future, which advances towards us as much as we inexorably advance towards it.
You see, folks, when you are afraid of death, you are also afraid to live.
And this makes you depressed. It brings you so down that you feel the earth ready to devour your soul, to engulf your body. Depression makes you into a living, breathing corpse. It makes you into a zombie.
Depression manifests itself in many ways. Some people take to rambling on and on and on. Others shut down, shut up, and stop interacting with others.
But it is that fear of death, that fear of living your life, the flower of depression stems from.
When people do not want to face the day, they go back to sleep, in the deluded hope that sleeping it off may actually improve the outlook. It never works out that way. For when they wake up, as they eventually must, the day is still there to be lived.
You see, folks, past generations of wise people have also faced this demon, and they came up with this realization:
In media vita in morte sumus. In the midst of life, we are in death.
I personally believe that even in life we spend a whole lot of time contemplating our death. Regardless, whether we take these words literally, as some have done it, or figuratively as I choose to, one thing is clear.
Life is an Illusion. Our passage through this realm is meteoric. This is not a reason for depression. This is why we should rejoice and find grace in everything we do. Our Agency may be limited. But that shouldn’t make us Agents of Bleakness.
We should tread carefully but firmly on this Earth. Each of our steps could be our last but it is also a marker for future generations. We do not exist in a vacuum. We are the Stewards of our Children’s Future.
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