Life and death

Human life is a process of attempting to overcome adversity. For a lucky few the adversities are relatively small. We all “need” things. I might “need” a new car, but someone not too far from me may need simply clean water a regular meals. We need to put our economies straight and stop spending money that we do not possess. Or we may simply need peace, or for the rain to stop, or the rain to start. We humans tend to see life through the processes of our own lives. We are born establish our relationships, pursue our ambitions and try to fulfil them. However much or little we achieve during our lives we all end as dead as everyone who has ever lived.

In youth we see things from a positive perspective. We shall play a cricket match or fight a war and will urge “Play up! play up! and play the game!” The game has a long time to run, or so we imagine.  At the end of our lives we yearn for what we have had and what will be ended. We no longer urge to play the game; we have played it and whatever our victories we understand we will end in defeat, be it a blessed release or something we curse in all its ironies.

“Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more.”

Our decision becomes should we accept the gentle bliss of an eternal sleep or rage against the dying of the light with pointless curses, full of sound and fury? Whatever we decide, it will make no difference to the outcome, for what we might have changed once becomes, through the process of our lives, immutable.