Life and Death
April 22nd, 2010
Life and Death By Stan Weddle
Life is an awesome experience. How marvelous that we can be aware of our existence and even to a great extent, determine how our life story develops. Our life is the direct result of our parents. We didn’t have a vote in the matter, but here we are. Personally, I love my life. I have a general idea of how I want my life to be. I plan and work to make, and keep, my life the way I want it. Not everything that I plan works out the way I expect. There are too many variables that I can’t control. Most days I’m pleased with the results. I chose to count every day as a good day.
I think a lot about what part luck or chance plays in people’s lives. We were given our genetic makeup, and had no choice of the location and timing of our birth. We are strongly drawn to the religion and politics of our parents and of the community we grow up in. Our gender and preferences for potential mates were determined before we were born. The order in which we are born affects us. So many things that make us who we are, are not of our choosing. And yet, so many things in our lives are determined by the choices we make. We can move to another part of the world; we can change our religion and political thinking; we can change our mates and friends. We can become almost anyone we want to be. We can also choose to not make so many changes. Most people live their entire lives in the area where they were born. They practice the lifestyle of their ancestors. They follow the same religion. The choice is the individual’s to make. Some argue that we don’t have much choice at all; that it is predetermined for us.
We are each a unique individual. I love my uniqueness. I also can be inspired by the uniqueness of others. I can be happy being who I am and be thrilled by the life story and example of others. Our diversity adds richness to our lives.
One thing that we all share is a finite lifespan. We all die. Whether by accident, disease, or a body that just wears out from use, our life will end sometime. Life ends and the body decays. Many people fear death. Even thinking or talking about it make some uncomfortable. Why is so hard to embrace death as the natural event that it is? Is it because all our being is wrapped up in this thing we call life? There is nothing that we have ever experienced other than life. We love it. We don’t want to give it up. We would rather not consider it not continuing. But it will. Between birth and death we are conscious of our being. We can’t imagine nothingness. No one has returned from death without eventually dying again. The mystery of whether there is existence after death will remain a mystery until we experience our own death. Religions have developed ideas and theories about it, but there is no way of proving or disproving their claims until we face it ourselves; alone.
During the time span that we are alive, we protect and preserve the things we value. We value living. Whatever our circumstances, we cling to our life. Even when very ill, people struggle to live. We fight to nourish it. We don’t give it up easily. Survival is our strongest motivation. I love this life but I accept that death is part of it. I’m in no hurry for it, but I face it without dread or fear.
Previously published in my weekly column, I Wonder… in the Harper County Herald, an published here with permission.
Filed under: Philosophy, culture, death, life, personal responsibility, self-improvement, survival