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Originally Posted by CMANN
I have had a good life. It has been a long life, 70+ years. I have done most of what I wanted to do. There are some things that I would like to do in this lifetime that are unrealistic for me to believe that I will be able to do. Had I started some of my ventures earlier perhaps I would have gotten more out of them. Generally I'm very happy with this life and if it ends tomorrow I will be sad to go but I will not be disappointed. I am ready.
However my complacency over the end-of-life is not without reason. I know that life is eternal. I believe that I knew how the system works. You may or may not agree with me but I know that life is eternal. Perhaps will not be exactly the same as it has been on this plane. It will be a new experience.
So, is life too short, too long? I think it's too short but not so short that I would bitch about it.
Much depends upon your health. I so far have been lucky.
Just the ramblings of an old man.
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The ramblings of a VERY WISE older man.
Anyone who believes in immortality is not afraid of what lies beyond this earthly plane.........and thus, not obsessed with the small things of daily existence.......
I do believe that the spirit lives on. Our bodies are just a shell.
The soul/spirit is indestructible.........
Here is a comforting thought for anyone who has lost a close person in their lives.......or is contemplating their own ultimate ending........
Henry van Dyke: “A Parable of Immortality”: Also known as "GONE FROM MY SIGHT" and "THE SHIP"
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, "There she goes!"
Gone where? Gone from my sight - that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the places of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, “There she goes!”, there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"
And that is dying...................
http://www.theribbon.com/poetry/gonefrommysight.asp
Above hyperlink has the poem in a nicely printed foremat for those who wish to print it out..........
THIS POEM IS USUALLY CALLED "THE SHIP".
I found it as my mom was dying of end stage Alzheimers and I was also, at the same time, digging deeply into my 10 generations back of genealogy and typing in all the long dead souls......family members I never knew, but that had at one time "a life"..........one can also learn something about the longevity of their forbears by doing genealogy research.........I found it comforting and at the time it "rang a bell".........."someone will be waiting on the other side".
At our age now, there will be hordes of them. So, don't sweat the small stuff, take time to smell the roses and enjoy everything life has to offer now. Don't worry about dying or whether life is too short.....just live it without rigidity.