Here I am, just another day. I really have not got anything to report. I wake up, live my life, trying to be the best man I can be. Then I sleep and do it again and again and again. This is not a complaint, more of an observation. Eventually this body will grow frail and no longer function. I then will cease to exist and my memories will be gone. Life is a temporary condition. This is where I am today. Just read this:
"It is the contemplation of death, the intensive thought that it will some day come upon us, that softens the hardest of hearts, binds one to another with cords of love and compassion, and destroys the barriers of caste, creed and race among the peoples of this earth all of whom are subject to the common destiny of death. Death is a great leveler. Pride of birth, pride of position, pride of wealth, pride of power must give way to the all-consuming thought of inevitable death. It is this leveling aspect of death that made the poet say:
"Scepter and crown Must tumble down And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade."
It is the contemplation of death that helps to destroy the infatuation of sense-pleasure. It is the contemplation of death that destroys vanity. It is the contemplation of death that gives balance and a healthy sense of proportion to our highly over-wrought minds with their misguided sense of values. It is the contemplation of death that gives strength and steadiness and direction to the erratic human mind, now wandering in one direction, now in another, without an aim, without a purpose."
Enjoy your day and live it with purpose, compassion and kindness. Peace
