Great Adventures

The idea of “death” has come up again and again over the past few weeks, and If you read my post “Ever man dies…” you know the idea, concept, curse (whatever you’d like to call it) has been orbiting my mind.

J.M. Barrie said, “To die will be an awfully big adventure.” I like calling it an “adventure.”  It is an adventure, isn’t it?  Any time we step into the unknown, it’s an adventure.  Perhaps death is one of the only adventures that comes and finds us?  But does it really?  The reality is, none of us know WHAT the reality IS.   We don’t know if there’s a plan, we don’t know what happens next, and without the effort of deep self introspection and awareness, most will never know why we are where we are today.

Death is one of those subjects, people RUN from.  I have friends who refuse to talk about it, as if the man in the dark robe were to come and take their soul at the utterance.

But I’m going to talk about it.  When we address something, acknowledge the fear, it makes it easier to let go.

During my colonic (yeah, I said it), I was chatting with the colonic lady about “death.”  She has recently lost her Mother, so it’s a subject that’s been orbiting her mental space as well.  She said her Mom knew it was coming.  I found comfort in this statement.  Something about the idea of knowing when the grim reaper’s coming eased something within me.  Anticipation is always worse than the actually reality of something we dread.  If death comes, and I know it’s coming, it takes the hide-and-seek anxiety out of the equation.

In reality (yes, I’m referencing the reality we know little about), we die a little every day, don’t we?  We shed bad habits, gain new ones, quit jobs, find knew ones, take new turns in life, etc.  We shed our “old self” and become a “new self,” which is in itself a cycle of birth and death and rebirth.

At the end of the conversation, my colonic lady said, “I dunno…” (in her British accent), “…Maybe it’s just one of those things.  When we’re born, we shed the womb, and we don’t remember the trauma of that, in my opinion.  We just pop out.  Like, what’s next?  Maybe Death is like that.  Well okay, what’s next?”

Maybe it is an adventure.  It’s a burden that plague’s us all: our approaching end.  But it may not be an end at all.  We shouldn’t dread it, because it’s just another example of not living in the present.  We are here now, for whatever reason.  If we can face the FACE of the incredible unknown, it should strip us of all fear, insecurity, ego, and such that hold us back in this LIFE.

J.M. Barrie also said: “To live will be a great adventure.”

Let us all be more like Peter Pan, and take flight.

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