We, the human race, are such irresponsible people. We came to this world with nothing on our back, crying and wailing for the whole world’s attention and when we die we left so much unfinished business behind without so much of a ‘handing/ taking’ over documents for our next of kins. No, having a Will doesn’t count for crap. I have one and it doesn’t guarantee a smooth transition for my kids, or to take over my nonsense when i die.
Some of us literally and physically f**k around and leave the living to clean up the mess after we die. The long tail of our mess can span for generations, same, of course goes to some of our greatest achievements, we often gloat our forefathers’ glory as if we did it our selves.
All glories and mess has a shelf life, so shall we set our own shelf life? Then again why not? since we can never ever complete every, single thing we set out in our finite living years to complete , why not just drop everything in a heartbeat (or the lack of one) and leave when the time comes? Instead of moping around when our prime is over, deluding ourselves that we can still make a difference when all we do is take up space. We sometimes choose to hang around waiting for something better to happen.
It is this faculty of choice that angst us or sets us free. The burden of duality probably kills more humans than any weapons we can invent. Having said that, we continue to cook up choices, thinking of more ways to justify our living, THINKING that we can make better choices, for a better life, only to get more entangled in the compulsion of thought. Thinking that we can do more than take up space. As Descartes puts it ‘I Think, Therefore I am.’ So we keep thinking, keep ‘am-ing’. And in this compulsion, we outlive our existence.
No one really wants to die, but no one really knows what we are living for either. No one knows why the hell we are born, and no one can tell why we die the way we die, leaving all our things undone. This is just such great news.