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23 Nov 2014

When I passed by a funeral, neither knowing that dead person personally, nor seeing him as a living and breathing human being when he was still alive, the only thing running through my mind is computing the years between the year he was born, and the year he had died. Then comparing that length of time with my age. It reminds me that my days are numbered. Not that this is the only way for me to be reminded. There are thousands of ways in everyday situations for me to be reminded about my own mortality, and to make the best use of the time I have left.

This day, while walking down the street, I saw the funeral of a man, whom I personally don’t know, but I have seen him walked that same street for the past couple of years. This kind of experience is a little bit more visceral.

 While knowing that we will die someday, we think that all the others will die before us and that we will be the last to go. Death seems a long way off. Is this not shallow thinking? It is worthless and is only a joke within a dream…. Insofar as death is always at one’s door, one should make sufficient effort and act quickly.
—Yamamoto Tsunetomo

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