Life only matters because of death.
One has to go through death first to be with eternity.
We only savor what we have because we can lose it; because we know how it’s like to live without it.
We should ponder over death more often. In fact, it should be a part of our daily routine. Not out of anxiety or drama but out of self-awareness and a deep connection with our inner and outer landscapes.
What’s the meaning of our life without the inevitability of death? Why would it matter that we are here if we’ve always been here and always will be? If there are no risks to the chances we take? If there are no costs to loving all that we do?
Will fleeting moments remain special? Would it still matter if we choose to show up or not, if we give our best?