Sitting in my easy chair, watching my granddaughter play with her dolls and stroller, it dawned on me that she, at 18 months old, is already a complete person. A person with likes and dislikes, wants and needs. Simply put, she has her own identity. Some would call it a soul and it is a real and tangible thing. If you have ever had the displeasure of seeing a person die, as I have, you would not doubt that a persons spirit exists.
I an not a religious person, meaning that I do not subscribe to the established religious mumbo jumbo, but I do believe that things exist beyond the scope of our ability to understand them. If you look into the eyes of someone that is dying and see the fear and pleading in them as they slowly stare at you without seeing; the person that you once knew is no longer there and only the empty shell of their body remains; you will understand that the spirit does exist and it has traveled somewhere that we can not follow. At least not while we are alive.
Life is precious, it is a gift that many take lightly, some never get a chance to live while others squander theirs on drugs and alcohol. Death is the price that we all must pay for the privilege to live and I don't understand how some people waste their gift enslaving themselves to oppressive religions. We were given the ability to do and experience many of the very things that religion would wish to suppress. Is not beauty a gift from God? If so, why would we as mere mortals cover one of Gods creations?
"The Gods envy us for our mortality, because we live life with a passion, never knowing when it might end", Live your lives the way you want to, cherish the moments, feelings, dreams, and happy times that come your way because when your spirit takes that journey away from your staring eyes, regret shouldn't be your last thought.
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