Do you stop yourself short?
Honestly answer. Do you face death all the way? Does the immense pain dissipate, and similar thoughts had with no pain attached?
There is gold in the ashes. It is up for the individual to identify.
Death is painful and dreadful. Anxiety ridden. Everyone feels it when contemplating death. Like the Mideveal ages everyone should walk around with a golden jeweled skull.
We plan for life, never for death. Find in the saddest moments, the hardest moments, the beauty the light gives you.
For in death, there are no answers that pertain to life just as life has no answers that pertain to death.
You may have control over living this life, but only if you fully see the beauty that death allows in life.
Don’t let the anxiety stop you.
Darkness, surrounding and surmounting, where no self exists, life boundlessly feeding into the ether and the ether boundlessly feeding into life.
A process of forget, death, decay, growth and born. Where the process is outside all of that.
The process that persists yet you go away.
Think about that darkness there, that scary insurmountable darkness of the persisting process. The persisting process that if it had awareness and wanted to undergo death and growth it could not, yet you are bounded by this process. To always grow and die, either eternally forever or one time in the whole of forever. Both time being a perfect circle and a straight line, you being the one point for all of that eternity.
To be reprised or forgotten about forever.
Darkness shattering.
The paralyzing will, if fostered, cared for, can exhume paralyization and can find a dark addicting taste for the affinity of the unknowable.