Death Again

What a year. Being born in December, there’s excitement for the new year on the brink, paired with the reminder of eventual death, as I survive another year of living. How do we function as a society, knowing death is inevitable? Demises impending doom is usually taboo to discuss. It’s the one thing ever single human being born is destined to discover. I wonder if death is as scary as people are of dying.

In comparison, I’m yet again forced to wonder about what this “life” is. That’s just it, no one actually knows. There’s peace at the root of that revelation, though. I find myself thinking in circles about countless concepts. Although I do have bursts of directed energy towards my aspirations, I work against myself by overthinking, in most cases. It seems hard to meld my mind body and soul into one. My mind tends to take center stage throughout my life. Going forward into 2022, consistency is my main theme. I am getting back into the practice of mindfulness and awareness. I don’t want to question any more, I want to execute. There’s an internal struggle in my mind that needs to cease. I intend to flow with the native vitality coming from my spirit. Death to the way I used to move through life, ascending from the ashes is an ever evolving me.