Life Seems to be Slipping Through My Fingers: April 2nd, 2005
04/21/2005 02:33 p.m.


I am a bit unhappy. Life seems to be slipping through my fingers in bits and pieces as the time slips by. Can I add up the moments I actually LIVE in a day, intentionally aware and LIVING, and pronounce that “yes, I am LIVING”? Is it ‘me’ who is living or is it the death of this ‘me’ hurrying through the life of this ‘me’? And what measure, having realized this, am I taking to STOP this death from taking its toll relentlessly? Doesn’t inaction tantamount to the process of suicide? How do people fail to differentiate between life and death, treating their deaths as their lives and celebrating every moment of death as LIFE?

But how does this help me? Realization of the lifelessness doesn’t make me walk on this pathless path of LIFE. How does this STOP me from letting death pass through me, unaware?