We own nothing

[northernlights]

We own nothing, not any of us. That includes the elite.

Not our homes. Not our children. Not our companions. Not our bodies. Not even our own lives. Death owns it all. It merely lets us borrow for a while. So enjoy and love what you have while it lasts, knowing it will not last.

That is not a bad thing. Death cleans up the old, making room for the new. Imagine if there was no death. If you had to carry around with you every piece of clothing you had ever owned, from your first diaper to that ugly pair of shoes you have no idea what you were thinking when you bought. If every relationship lasted forever…your first date was lying in your bed at night, along with every subsequent lover and now yourspouse. If you were stuck with every condo or house you ever bought…or every apartment you ever rented. Still cleaning, repairing, and paying taxes on them all.
Imagine if every human ever born was still here, rotting, decrepit, but still stumbling and bumbling around. Earth would be a pretty overcrowded place, would it not?

So welcome death, and honor it. Death sits on your left shoulder waiting to take it all back. It is a friend, doing you a favor by reminding you that every breath you take is there by its grace. And letting you know that when it does take back, it is only to make room for the new.


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[Celebration]

1. exactly

love that. Thanks!

[I Have A Dream]

2. This is great. So true.

I have never viewed Death as an enemy, at least in reference to my own self dying. I don't specifically look forward to it, but I also certainly don't dread it or fear it.

In my opinion, the only things we own are those lessons we learn during our lifetime. Those can never be taken away from us. I guess that we can also own the love that has been given to us. It may not continue, but what was given to us is forever ours.

[JanusAscending]

3. Love goes on

it never dies! Spread it around, it's contagious!

[Fire Walk With Me]

4. This is a groundless state.

Our monkey bodies revel in the appearance of security found in monkey contact, monkey dwellings, monkey input.

This is utter illusion. There is no-thing upon which to cling. There is no-thing upon which to gain security. Change is constant. Desire is pain. Lean into nothingness.

This is a groundless state.