Shooting Stars

Entry 3

Last night as I gazed upon the heavens I found myself thinking of our finitude. Such fragile creatures we are. We yearn for eternity, but nevertheless, the chimes of death are constantly ringing.

Our society condemns speaking about our mortality, its taboo. We’d rather live in the present, we’d rather tempt fate.

I’ve seen shooting stars in the heavens. They are the souls of our ancestors, and I yearn to be amongst them. Every breath I take in this world, is one less breath, that will commence my journey towards the promised land.

I tremble at the thought of my own demise. Truth be told, many times I’ve grown fond of this ephemeral world, which makes it rather ambiguous, to yearn for a future upon the cusps of heaven.

Such is our desire to outlive our own existence. Our shadow is fleeting, waving at us from a distance. Our desire to live believing that our days are infinite is an illusion. Our days are fading flowers of spring, our days are the chiming of bells that constantly ring.

“For to me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain.” Philippians 1:21

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