Short thought for today: could it just possibly be that the disgust towards the concept of death that nearly all people experience at some time or another is grossly exacerbated by the relative level of (un)happiness that most people feel?
If we were totally free and able to align our limited time towards whatever activities would make us happy, life-loving and fulfilled, would we feel so perturbed when contemplating that our innings were limited?
If every day, of every week, of every year of a long, joy-filled stretch belonged to the person living that life, uninterdicted by heteronomous parasites, and was that persons to fill with whatever made them happy…
For me, this is so radical its a) hard to think about, and b) putting goosebumps on me. Yet I think about this fairly often, so I’ll add c) should be strived for, in some fashion.
Would it make things better or worse? Would it be harder to say goodbye to everyone and everything that had enriched our lives? Or would we move closer to being able to say “So long and thanks for everything!”
What do you think?
