There comes a time in a persons life when we realise that we are nothing more than mortal. As frail as porcelain and breakable like your mothers good china that she only brings out on special occasions.
We are easily battered and bruised, our skin as soft as the flesh of fruit, easily pierced through by hard or sharp implements, like a knife or teeth.
Death is imminent, and no amount of magic potion can deter it. We will all be greeted by the cool dark hands of death, clutching his long fingers tightly around your wrist, ready to lead you to another realm of being.
How does it make you feel?
Are you nervous or frightened or possibly brave in the face of death; after all 'to die would be an awfully big adventure'.
It was Peter Pan who said that - although he would never grow old to experience death knocking quietly on his tree house door.
Without death we wouldn't find meaning in life. Immortality would cause us to stop living.
Life isn't a competition of how many days we can survive, but how many moments in life stop our hearts for that split second when we experience something wonderful.
Life is fleeting.
It is that boy on the train that unlocks the cages we hold inside ourselves, setting the butterflies free, but we know that we will never feel his embrace.
It is the sound of the waterfall deep within a forest that only the animals can hear - it's so remote that we will never reach it.
It is the cotton candy at the carnival - a sweet rush that disappears as soon as it hits your tongue, leaving nothing but a pink colouring over your lips.
life is fleeting and short and we can't remedy it. It will end and you will die. We all will die.
However with every sickness there is a treatment plan.
Find the things that warm your heart and expand your mind.
Always dream - there is nothing sweeter than a blissful state of reverie.
Remain barefoot so you can feel the sand between your toes, or the grass tickling the soles of your feet. Let the earth grow around you and with you, your legs becoming like the roots of a mighty tree and your arms, branches.
If you must wear shoes, wear them for dancing. Moving in time with your heartbeats, your body reflecting and recreating the rhythm in your soul.
Fall in love often and with no inhibitions. Let your bodies fall into place like a puzzle and emerse yourself in the sensual pleasures exposed when bodies melt together.
Never lose your passions, they are what will sustain you throughout your short existance.
So maybe Peter Pan had it right all along - to die WOULD be an awfully big adventure, but not until we have experienced all the other adventures in life can we truly find peace and adventure in death.
