Inot at allbecause it is terrible. Abecause it is inevitable, guaranteed andfinal. It is death that makes our time limited, andmeans valuable. When we value time, time values us, andwords «I am bored» never againoriginate inour heads.
Whether weallstop at least for a second andthink aboutthatthat's what wedo. Why did it happen andwhy do it? Who needs it, inparticularly, weli? What better to do when, as well asswho? What to choose?
Bthese moments, hosh nehosh, inhead there is a dialogue, a trialogue or even a whole collective debate, as in the UN General Assembly. If you include your own death insuch mental exersis, you get quite sensible results.
In the first place, it becomes clear the prioritization of desires, dreams and goals. Secondly, weclearly feel which of them are ours personally related to our Inner Child, awhat are offered or imposed from the outside. Thirdly, all this is felt seriously, urgently andurgently, because, as didwould advertise candy Tik-Tak I, «Tik-Tak, time is running out, feel the taste of life right now!» ))
Bear even if you are lucky enough to believe in re-incarnation or any other afterlife, you can'tcan'tagree that all this is connected withzeroing, oblivion or, thoughwould be, a complete change of interests. Therefore, there is nowhere to postpone: then you, such as youare here andnow, simply no longerwill be.
S ask for the advice of your Inner Child— andhechooses to get high daas soon as possible, right now. If heis downtrodden, crushed andoffended, thenit is onthese feelings that hewill tell the Parental Voice what to dowhat SHOULD be done. Vdependence onwho hethere is what he owes. If everything is very bad, tohewill offer to blow up the whole world kcore fen yesas soon as possible )
The inner Parent will advise something like passing the torch of life on to the children andcare aboutpreservation of life inwhole. If heuyou onpositive. If not, thenhewill whine about hopelessness, meaninglessness, incorrectness andsinfulness of all andeverything, will offer to correct it or give up. Depending on how much hetired.
Notif you ask your own final death, it miraculously crystallizes the truth. Which is that you have to live just to live, because at first you live like this, you live for a short time, and then you don't live for a very long time.
I, of coursethe same, you need to live inhigh, and, notonly for yourself, butandfor others. After all, inthis is also full of its own high. Death will speak through the mouths of many interviewed old people who came together inone opinion unequivocally: it's a pity to try something, notto do, notto see, notvisit, nesurvive.
Because life is subjective— it's a series of impressions. It can be compared tomusic. Every moment inmusic that we likeIt's happening here andnow, andit's beautiful, butnecessarily related toprevious andnext.
This is a series of consonances, the satisfaction of which comes precisely withthe passage of time, when they all gather inone integral train, each trailer of which is not enough for itself, although it is very pleasant. There is more memory games andimagination than hearing)
Solive your death inany time andonany occasion. This is notonly about «why should I live?», agenerally about everything. How to act inthis moment, what to choose andaccept, fromwhat to refuse. Death will filter out all the superfluous andleave only the most important andreally necessary.