Existential Crisis

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 All this pain, all the struggle, all the hardships, really and truly what for? My mind is warped as I ponder that the inevitable end of this journey is death waiting at a not so golden gate. "I just spoke to him or her," people often say, and now they must find something black to wear to show their sympathy and help the family lay their loved one to rest. It is not fair, I protest.

I am sitting in a loop right now, wishing I could push back the hands of the clock and bring it back to the point where you were healthy and free. When the news hits, it does not care where it slaps you or how deep it cuts you, it just expects you to eat it and swallow it, then digest it. I am truly engulfed in an existential crisis. Then comes the "I wish I could trade places," or "I hate God because He let you die," and "how am I going to tell my son." But would we really trade places if we were given the chance? Would we?

Where does the balance strike in our lives? Obviously, there is no way to win against death, it lurks wherever it chooses and shows no partiality or grace. It gives no warning, and its sudden theft leaves us stunned even years after it robs us of the ones we love. Can we ever be ready for our turn? Well, there's a giant no. 

So how can we face this crisis? The answer is to live...in each moment, we must live. Live with purpose and live with impact...touch lives and death will give us a legacy for others to aspire to. Live to escape the treachery of our souls in death. 

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