Embracing the Paradox: Life Through the Lens of Mortality

I just happen to ruminate that death, perhaps, could be one of the most compassionate manifestations to have ever existed. It's where your emancipation truly begins-what a beautiful paradox!

For they eternally say, life is indefinite but death, for sure, is inexorable. Have you ever contemplated how mundane all of it would seem and how inconsequential everything would suddenly become once you realize that there is no cessation to this life? Probably, death is the absolute most enigmatic contraption that adds significance to all that we do. It's the inkling of knowing that tomorrow isn't promised, which solely alters your entire perspective of being utterly mindful and alive to the present trice, for that is all we truly have. Your whole acquaintance with life would then seem exceedingly gratifying. It would undeniably seem terrifying when you come to terms with mortality occasionally, but when you essentially live life, each day knowing that every moment you are inching one step closer to your grave, you'd learn to live a more rational life. Time is the factual estimate of life itself. Everything cascades away in the face of death, and when you truly ponder and live life in the present moment, no matter how undervalued and dreary it might seem, you will begin to fathom what predominantly matters and is of essence to you, and that could outright be the greatest thing worth living for!