"Every life comes with a death sentence, so every few months I come in here for my regular scan, knowing full well that one of these times – hell, maybe even today – I'm gonna hear some bad news. But until then, who's in charge? Me. That's how I live my life." - Walter White
the fear of death is something that transcends generations and cultures. for as long as the world has existed, humans have been trying to find a way to cope with the fact that their lives will inevitably end. whether its through literature, religion, philosophy, every avenue of history is shaped around the fear of the end.
one of the few guarantees that we have in life is that one day it will inevitably end. death is absolute and indiscriminate, and comes to some in ways more fair than others, but does the fact that life will end mean that we should simply give into that? that the knowledge that one day everything we've ever done will be for naught, as the eternal tranquillity of death embraces us, mean that everything we had done is pointless? thats how some choose to view it, however, such a philosophy is a recipe for a miserable life. one of nihilism, of loneliness, of never truly finding happiness.
the meaning of life is something you find when you accept that your life will end, but instead of being consumed by apathy or fear, you choose to live in spite of that. an unavoidable end means that we should find beauty in what we have. the everyday life we lead, the bonds we make, tiny things we take for granted begin to truly show their importance when you come face to face with death. by making the most of every single day that you are alive, and choosing not to live a life of loneliness, when the time to die does come, you can look back at the meaningful life youve lived. the good, and the bad, moments of happiness and ones of sorrow, the connections we made with the people dearest to us, who will remember us, and treasure our memory long after we're dead.
the fear of death is something that transcends generations and cultures. for as long as the world has existed, humans have been trying to find a way to cope with the fact that their lives will inevitably end. whether its through literature, religion, philosophy, every avenue of history is shaped around the fear of the end.
one of the few guarantees that we have in life is that one day it will inevitably end. death is absolute and indiscriminate, and comes to some in ways more fair than others, but does the fact that life will end mean that we should simply give into that? that the knowledge that one day everything we've ever done will be for naught, as the eternal tranquillity of death embraces us, mean that everything we had done is pointless? thats how some choose to view it, however, such a philosophy is a recipe for a miserable life. one of nihilism, of loneliness, of never truly finding happiness.
the meaning of life is something you find when you accept that your life will end, but instead of being consumed by apathy or fear, you choose to live in spite of that. an unavoidable end means that we should find beauty in what we have. the everyday life we lead, the bonds we make, tiny things we take for granted begin to truly show their importance when you come face to face with death. by making the most of every single day that you are alive, and choosing not to live a life of loneliness, when the time to die does come, you can look back at the meaningful life youve lived. the good, and the bad, moments of happiness and ones of sorrow, the connections we made with the people dearest to us, who will remember us, and treasure our memory long after we're dead.