On life or Death

“...all of us came in through the same door...”

Lisa Ekdahl

Silence. Taking a moment to celebrate the dead.

In this moment are we secretly actually taking time to make peace with death. or Death.

Indirectly.

By lighting a candle we say - I know you are somewhere there, waiting for me. And I am OK with that.

In this moment are we so full of life, so inspired that we feel that we are never going to die?

And is this a moment that is so easy to forget about on a regular Monday morning?

How does one not forget - is the ultimate question.

Specially when we do have all the answers.

And still, sometimes we decide to make a compromise.

Why do we compromise?

Why do we compromise our belief and our trust in just being able to be inspired and live life?

Live life that we find a good life deep down in the dusty corners of our soul that we decide to keep dusty because it is easier?

And is it really easier to live by other people's rules and habits?

I find this a constant question that never gets answered, it just becomes more and less important. More important when you feel far away from it and vice versa.

Would I want to live in a utopian world - utopian being my new word of the day - where every body is eager to just be?

Voila.

I will make some pasta now. Thank you very much.