all you can't leave behind . . .

This is, perhaps, a depressing thought, but everything in life is going to end, including life itself.

Boo-urns, eh? I mean, who thinks of this on a Saturday morning? To be fair, I thought of this a few weeks ago, and I think it was a Monday - which should explain the depressing quality of the thought.


But


Where others see a morbid, pessimistic outlook on life, I see the freedom to just simply let things BE and not make them define us . . . you see, if I define my life based on something external to me, then the worth of my life depends on that thing. My life only has worth if my _________ is in it. It gets really messy when that thing is a person, because love can FEEL a lot like this, except of course love is never a feeling and always an action, a choice, that happens to usually accompany feelings that we tend to think of as positive. That's a different topic altogether, though.


So, if everything ends, including our lives here on this rock, and I'm willing to treat everything as such WHILE still enjoying it for what it is, I think that I'd be on my way to a pretty healthy approach to life - free from neediness, free to not smother others in an attempt to keep them around (when really, everyone leaves at some point - until we die, which is when we leave others), free to bask in the glory of today, because today is all we have for now.