Life & death

We can’t escape the past nor can we escape the present. What we can do is contemplate the future but by doing this we tend to forget to make the most out of each day. I can honestly say that out of 365 days, I only make full use of 65 days. Well, one being my birthday. So what happens to the other 300 days of my life? Those days have ceased to exist with much remorse. In order to plan our future, we dream. In other words, we live to dream and we dream to live. But how many of us really dream our future? What do we dream? From my observation, we are pretty much programmed to dream the future. Much more directed to perfection than left to stumble upon the unexpected, an ending. If my mind didn’t favor the existence of my left brain, would I still “dream” of a degree? Would I actually consider a job to be my life long dream? Just by uttering the words ‘ I am taking 2 to 3 years away from studying’, I have contended with many different reactions. Some question why and some may even condemn my act. What I see is (in the words of my mum) the world is my oyster. Some choose to swallow, some choose to preserve and some choose to use the ability and freedom to concoct a pearl. As for me, a degree is not my main priority in life. It’s the experience of life that I treasure. So, why would I rush into taking a degree without knowing what lies ahead of me and without knowing what other options I posses. Don’t I worry about age? Well, a degree would only take 4 to 5 years to complete and the path is pretty much established. Would I rather take 3 years to commit myself to a gradation or contrite the next 20 to 30 years of my life? I do not cast aspersions upon the decision of others but we accomplish what we espouse and we espouse what we accomplish. There is no qualm that I may fall but by falling I may attain the unforeseen. The days that lie ahead of me will not be facile. I may cry, I may break down but I shall not let go. When we sense death around the corner, that’s when we know that we’re alive and what used to be is merely a fantasy. By sensing death, we appreciate life and the only abscond from life is death itself. How many of us can deflect with irony and return without malice? What many of us would rather do is gait away and never return. We allow the past to be preserved as memories and the future shall remain a dream. Where as death kills everything.