There Is No Tomorrow
Death awaits us like tomorrow, yet we often don’t embrace life like today
“No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away.”
— Terry Pratchett
What if some of us haven’t even created ripples while still alive? Then what — are we already dead, never fully living as we go through life but merely going through the motions of it? Such is the life of an unexamined life as well, no? What is death without life, anyway? But moreover… what is life without death? The two go hand-in-hand, married in fate and confined to reason. Perhaps only physical reason, but reason nonetheless.
I can’t imagine if I lived every day as if it was my last. With research and thus thoughts that the future has already happened/is cocurrently happening with what is perceived as now, I’ve been forced into stretching my depth of vision of life toward the grander meaning of how to live fully in this thing called life.
Do I leisurely walk through this illusion of “time,” trying with all my might to enjoy the roses along the way, having known my life has already played out anyway?
Do I run through the bounds of “time,” as if I’ve selected the place in the movie in which to live, every morning when I awake?
