I just read this and began to think a lot about these words and how they just make perfect sense. We're always ready to grow and move on in life. We're taught happiness and joy comes in time and that our struggles will be the proof of our ultimate goal. We grow as infants to children believing in the impossible and as children to adults we learn that not everything is free, and as we grow old we just look back at our lives. Our mistakes, our memories, our deep breaths and heavenly sighs. We ARE born to live! To keep moving forward and never stop.
But what moment in life can someone ever recall being taught the preparation of death? Are you ready? Do you feel prepared for your life to be at its end? Mentors prepare us for the future. Mothers and Fathers prepare us for the next day. But who will prepare us for the end...when theres just not a breath more left in us to take, when we're taking our last and final step. Who will teach us how its like to die? Nobody
And thats just how life is. We're prepared for what we know and been through but we're left blind in the end. Hoping we've grasped at least a small idea of the unknown.
