I read this after climbing Mt. Etna today, an active volcano.
During the tour, my guide said something that stayed with me: he wants the volcano to erupt every now and then and isn’t scared of it because the small releases prevent a massive, destructive explosion.
That’s exactly how I feel about contemplating death.
A little bit each day to release the pressure.
To avoid the total existential blow-up.
To remember we’re living on borrowed time, sitting atop unpredictable ground.
Can you imagine having to live forever? No thanks. Not that I don’t love life for what it is and the challenges it provides, but I never saw the attraction of immortality.
I read this after climbing Mt. Etna today, an active volcano.
During the tour, my guide said something that stayed with me: he wants the volcano to erupt every now and then and isn’t scared of it because the small releases prevent a massive, destructive explosion.
That’s exactly how I feel about contemplating death.
A little bit each day to release the pressure.
To avoid the total existential blow-up.
To remember we’re living on borrowed time, sitting atop unpredictable ground.
Beautiful reminder!
Can you imagine having to live forever? No thanks. Not that I don’t love life for what it is and the challenges it provides, but I never saw the attraction of immortality.
If death is the starting point, and we work backward, then, all the sudden, life aligns, I love your writing
Love this poem. This is what we contemplate over at Pages By The Sea.
Enjoy the journey for it will surely end.
This is really good and thought provoking.
WOW! That is gorgeous, thank you for sharing!