Yes, I know that line from Shawshank Redemption. But wait, there is probably a more horrible thing than death - the act of surviving. Because honestly you or me or anyone who is alive has no idea of what death really means. Maybe few of us do. But that's just that.
We go through our daily grind trying to survive. This is what we call the "busy work". What can be worser use of our time on earth than that?
Each of us are capable of so much more valuable stuff - but we are getting busy - surviving. We create the false hope that someday we will break free and build a life we want. We assure ourselves, every single day of our lives this: It takes only so much saving up of money, or sacrificing love or time with family and friends. But we miserably fail to get out of that rabbit hole we have dug for ourselves.
What are we afraid of? Why only so few people inhabiting this world, have the courage and willpower to be honest with themselves?
Many times it is that job you don't want to quit, the marriage you are trying to keep afloat, the society you don't want to offend. Who are these fictional people and why does their importance vaporize when you are faced with death?
What does it really take to follow your passion? Or make your days exciting? Or appreciate the beauty around you? Or live in the moment and forget about retirement?
What's stopping you? What's terrifying you?
This is because we are taught and drilled into our heads again and again that wealth, status and fame are the only "values" worth living for. Everything else, well, we have no place for that. And suddenly just like that happiness evades us, because we are in a mad pursuit of such shallow values. We are constantly bitter about things around us that we fail to embrace who we are and of what unique things we are capable of.
You live only once and for that you owe yourself an explanation about why you are busy surviving and not busy living, creating wonderful things.
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