So many things are first and last experiences. Like birth and death.
Birth
happens once.
And so does
death.
On paper,
birth and death look familiar. Given the fact, both occur once.
But there is
a huge, contrasting disparity between these two.
At birth,
the birth giver smiles (in peace), but the one born cries in surprise (sadly)
At death,
the birth giver cries (sadly), but the dead lays there lifeless (in peace)
So, how does this even work?
Both are
similar and at contrast at the same time.
Makes my head spin, when I think about this. Life, as it is, in a way given to us, which cannot be used further to any logical means. Beyond what we have and what we've been given, we cannot alter it any other fashion. It is a first and last experience, and yet it is not so fulfilling at times. But what can we say, it's just an experience. And we cannot guarantee whether any given experience will be up to our expectations. But is life a fulfilling experience? Or is it not?
Do we meet death, and say to ourselves, 'Wow, what an experience' or do we simply lie in peace. Sometimes, I don't know what to make of it.
Are we simply to accept it?
The house,
the people, music, clothes, politics, intimacy, money, and other materials.
Do these
sustain our life? Or do we really need them?
Do we really
need anything though?
What are the pieces of baggage to be held and left alone in this first and last experience?
Chapter 1
Part 4
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