When we are closest to death we feel most alive.
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For the last twelve months I’ve been riding a motorbike, I applied for my licence and purchased a second hand bike and I like to ride in my spare time. I’m pretty cautious, I only ride in dry weather and try to avoid busy roads and highways. I’m very aware of the risks involved and I remind myself constantly while riding that any break in concentration or wrong move could be the end of me!
When I explain this thought process to others I’m often asked “how is constantly worrying about death enjoyable?”. I try to explain that I’m not so much worried about death, but rather very aware of its possibility and I find the intense concentration required to ride the bike almost meditative, I stop thinking about everything else that’s going on in my life and I just focus on the bike, the road and the other traffic. I usually arrive at my destination feeling relaxed and thankful that I’m still around!
My decision to buy the bike has been met with concern by family and friends, and I completely understand this as I would equally be concerned about my child, brother, sister or friend riding a motorbike on the roads. But it was the label “temporary citizen” that has got me thinking (and has lead to this post) about how we view our own mortality and life span.
After all, we’re all temporary aren’t we? We are all met with the same fate at some point and none of us know when our time will be up, death is a part of life.
We tend to avoid thinking about death, we rarely discuss it, the thought of it can make us fearful and no one likes to go to funerals. In fact, to merely bring up death in conversation (or blog about it) would be seen by most to be morbid and depressing.
I think we’re very much detached from our own mortality, we’ve removed it from our minds, possibly to protect ourselves from the unknown and to avoid the discomfort of fear – but is this to our detriment? Does avoiding the thought of our own eventual demise undermine the value of our time alive?
We’ve all heard the catch cries such as “live like there’s no tomorrow”, they’re usually used by companies in advertising and often accompany footage of young folks jumping out of aeroplanes, bungee jumping or participating in some other “extreme” activity. It seems to be an effective way to relate to consumers and get them to buy your product, but do any of us actually live each day as if it could be our last? Would there be any benefit in having a constant awareness that today could be our last day? Or the last day of someone close to us?
Now I believe that having a constant fear of death would be the worst possible way to live, but what I’m talking about here is the awareness of our own fragile nature and the uncertainly of life.
So I’ve started to wonder how would I live today if I was aware that it could be my last day or the last day of someone in my life?
Would I wake up early to make the most of the day, or would I prefer to stay in bed a little longer and enjoy a sleep in? What would I have for breakfast if I was possibly my last meal? Would I eat alone or prepare breakfast for my wife and enjoy the time together? How would I part ways each morning with my wife if I truly felt there was a possibility I wouldn’t see her again? Would I ever part ways with an unresolved argument and risk the possibility of never resolving it? How would I express my feelings to her so I would never wonder if she knew how I truly felt?
How would I carry out each conversation with someone if I knew that this could be the last thought they had of me? How would I deal with petty disagreements with friends and family? How would I speak to my parents if it were to be my last conversion?
How would I embrace my wife at the end of a day apart, or a family member or friend after a time apart, when I know that there was a possibility that I wouldn’t have this opportunity?
How would my life be summed up if today was my last day, would I be happy with the person that is described at my funeral? Would I be happy with the son, the husband, the brother or friend I’ve been. Would I be satisfied with the life I’ve built?
I think as a society we tend to move away from those things that cause us discomfort and in many ways we lose the appreciation for the value of life, its not until we ourselves or someone close to us has an encounter with death that we appreciate its impact on our lives – life gains a different perspective, priorities are changed and things that were taken for granted become more important than anything else.
Sometimes this realisation and appreciation of death comes too late, we miss the chance to resolve a conflict or tell someone how we really feel and we are left with the sorrow and regret that we didn’t act when we had a chance, and this must surely be the greatest tragedy of life – forgetting that its only temporary!