Musings of a Dumb Ass

Death is so much a part of life it's actually a great deal of what life is about. When it's time, it is simply time. It's the journey to 'it's time' that is remarkable. Most of life is spent without really considering the end. When the end comes in sight death becomes not so much about the dying as about the living. If death is unexpected then it is totally about the living.
I think other than finality, life and death isn't understood. I believe in the end life should be retrospective and celebrated. Possibly our fear of death may be because we don't know how to live.
Everything possible should be wrung out of one's journey through life. That can be done without being mean, dishonest, inconsiderate or irresponsible. If life has been one of dream chasing whether or not achievement was realized, then that was the greatest life possible. If it was one of servitude and drudgery then the chance for real life was missed forever more.
In my little world there's always someone who must make preparation for the end and it always causes me pause for thought. There's nothing can be done about it, no deals to make, no replays to be had and no ease of pain for those left other than what time gives. We just have to keep going till there's nowhere to go. It's how you got there that counts. That is the human condition........