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Is Death The True Miracle Of Life?
The day I was diagnosed with melanoma, death plagued my mind.
Was I going to miss life’s most precious moments? Would I miss the chance to see the sparkle of life in my children’s eyes?
Thankfully I’m alive, yet a sobering reminder that one-hundred years ago, I wouldn’t be so lucky.
Death is always two steps behind us.
We grow up believing that the miracle of life is birth, but life gives us two miracles, birth, and death.
Death takes away all we’ve ever known or think we know.
Everything vanishes with the loss of our physical form.
We fear death not because of death but because we cling to the worldly possessions we’ve hoarded over the years, whether it’s things, beliefs, or emotions.
Our thoughts have held our consciousness hostage.
Death frees us of this burden. Death is the rebirth of the soul.
When death knocks on our door, we’re all equal. Nothing else matters.
Ashes will be ashes no matters who you are.
We live most of our life chasing the wants and desires of the future. We live in the past, relegating the present to a blissful blip into our daily living.
