Life's Impermanence

The nature of death is that it’s eminent, it’s going to happen and that’s a fact I’ve not fully accepted. The fact that in a number of years or in the next minute everything could come to a grinding halt. No more fears, no worries, no aspirations, it’s all gone.

This truth has been a continual stymie to my ability to plan for the future, for it doesn’t make sense to plan for a future that won’t eventually materialise. The alternative opinion is that, regardless of my eventual demise, I’ve still got to plan for the future. This is because, on the off chance that I am to live a long life, I would have to have planned for said life. Thus my inherent conundrum, is the unrelenting truth that my life could end at any minute, whereas I, simultaneously have to plan for this life in the probable event it is to continue.

The pragmatic approach is to plan for it regardless of its apparent impermanence, to plan and execute with an overarching understanding of this reality and to approach it with an unfathomable urgency. The truth is, it’s is possible to rationalize and write about my plan to plan, but a momentary consideration of the stark reality of my eventual demise is a continual stymie to my debilitated foresight.