Doomed to Die

Doomed to Die

Walked along the road yesterday morning and saw a moth lying by the side of the walkway, dead with both wings flattened and later on another moth with a broken wing, struggling to move ahead, away from the army of shoes that are trampling everything on the path toward it.

The moment I saw the second moth, this thought came to me, it was doomed to die. I was feeling sad that I can't do much to help it, as one of its wings had been broken off by quite a bit; flight was impossible for it any longer and it could only wait for the eventuality. The next thought took me by surprise (Yes I was surprised by my own thoughts, the expression of the unconsciousness which indicates at how little we know and are aware of ourselves), we were too, doomed to die and we are struggling to move ahead, to survive and hope to live another moment, and to experience the sunlight, of life another day.

And we lie to ourselves, constantly with the falsehood of immortality. We act as if we live forever, but our actions betrayed us, the subconscious fear of our vulnerability of eventuality. We know the reality of death, which comes to all but we can't accept the reality of it.

I constantly reflects on death. I know people may find it morbid, really uncomfortable to discuss or reflect upon the issue of our own eventuality but avoiding the eventuality until you have no way to run isn't going to help. We were never truly be living if we choose to immerse ourselves in the escapades of sensual indulgences.

And when it is time, we just die without truly living.

We should embrace the fire like the moth, living our lives in the passions, not of sensuality, but of spirituality and we lived and died like the fire which burns with the wind and gone with the wind.

May all find the fire of our lives and live with dignity, and with compassion for all.

May all be well and happy.

With Metta
Simple Bear 27.06.2014.