Light life live
they mean the same thing.
Darkness death dead
has a very different ring.
Why is it that death
seems less complex
than living our lives for whatever comes next?
Maybe because
the only next that we’ve known
has been one more reason to let it all go.
Maybe because
we’re afraid that what’s next
won’t be different than the ones we have met.
But which is next:
dead death darkness
or live life light?
I’m holding out hope
I’ll make this next better.
And one day I’ll hold
the last next—ever.
As humans, I think we like to know things. We like to know everything, whether it's each individual ingredient in our meal or what will happen a year from now. And, as time passes, we start to develop predictions. Based on what I did yesterday, and what last week was like, I can make an accurate assumption of what I will do tomorrow. This is good and fine, as long as those predictions don't hinder us. An example of this is enduring difficult situations or problems. Once we're through them, we never want to experience them again (naturally). I've found in my life that this can turn from a healthy preparedness and wisdom to fear and resistance to move. I start to think "if I move again, or if I do X, I'll just get hurt again." This has applied to many areas of my life, and no doubt the same fear will present itself in the future. But I think the truth is more complicated. Yes, life is difficult and some doors will lead to painful experiences. But that doesn't mean each door after that one does. To add to this, often we have a choice to make the next "next" better. The door doesn't determine our experience, it's how we deal with what's on the other side.
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