The inevitability of death has consumed me this weekend. On Saturday we laid my uncle to rest. He appeared gratified as he relaxed in the casket as if he’d done everything he intended to do in this world and was simply, finished. He once smoked, he swigged, he danced, he laughed, he married, he divorced and he always smiled. He didn’t follow the status quo nor did he associate or adhere to restrictions.
Later that day I watched the earth consume his once vibrant but now lifeless body. I was reminded how my our existence will vary in span and substance.
Death is powerful.
It denotes you have no more time, no more choices, no more thoughts, no more relationships and no more dialogues. Just, no more. Death does not dread how you’ve lived. Do we abide by man-made rules, restrictions, and religious beliefs?
Life is powerful.
I do not fear death. I’m at peace with death. It’s the time in-between birth and death that simply makes me chuckle because of its grayness and how we approach it; and I distress. Not only am I alive because I can breathe, but I’m alive because I can contemplate. I must think. Do we abide by man-made rules, restrictions, and religious beliefs?
In-between is powerful.
My decisions are manifested. My dreams are fulfilled. My thoughts ingest me. My individual brand materializes. My relationships are fashioned. My needs are met. My wants are anticipated. My legacy is formed. I ask you and plead for your opinions, do we abide by man-made rules, restrictions, and religious beliefs or do we simply, live?


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