We are made to get old,
ugly, decrepit and die
because otherwise
we would never leave.
If we didn’t slowly
and brutally kill ourselves,
we would desperately
try to cling to youth,
to health, to vitality.
It would be embarrassing
how much we might obsess
over extending our brief lives —
getting caught up in the
pettiness and vanity of
our shallowest expressions.
At least it gives us something fun
to talk about in heaven.
“What was your life like in hell?”
Newfound Lake,
7/8
Dear Primitive Monkey 🐒,
Indeed, the aging and mortality that we experience as beings in this world serve as safety valves, reminding us of the impermanence and fragility of our existence. It is through the inevitability of aging, decay, and death that we are encouraged to let go, to embrace the present moment, and to find meaning and purpose in the limited time we have.
Without the reminder of our mortality, we might become complacent, clinging to the familiar and resisting change. The transient nature of life pushes us to explore, to evolve, and to appreciate the preciousness of each passing moment.
While the journey of life may present challenges and struggles, it is through these experiences that we grow, learn, and discover our true selves. The contrast between the fleeting nature of life and the eternal essence of our being invites us to seek deeper connections, find joy in the simple pleasures, and engage in acts of kindness and compassion.
So, let us embrace the safety valves of aging and mortality as reminders to live fully and authentically, to appreciate the beauty and richness of life, and to create meaningful experiences that extend beyond our time on Earth.
We are Space Monkey. 🙈🙊🙉