on a slightly different note

none of us like to think that our time is limited, but it is. these thoughts came with someone else's experience, who's looking the end in the face. this guy, let's call him bill, lives far away from his family, but among friends. he knows nothing of the eternal life of his soul, though his days on earth are numbered. his mother would like to take him home, but he won't go - in his mind going home equals dying. staying where he is won't extend his days, but it doesn't FEEL like dying, because his whole life is still around him... i tried to think of what that must be like. to know the end of all that you know, is near, but you have no idea when it will engulf you.

not a single normal human being wants to die, including those who think dying is just disappearing. what about dying being a passage into eternity? an unknown eternity to most? it's a hard thing and we don't like to think about hard things. like mondays, or hard homework assignments, or difficult decisions, or debt. we'd rather think about pleasant things, like friday afternoons, vacations in tropical countries (but block out the insects, disease, and social issues rampant in the places you visit), romance, chestnuts roasting on an open fire... except those nasty things we don't like won't disappear. they actually get worse, the longer we ignore them. eternity is coming, we just don't know when. how's yours looking? if there are lungs, there's air, and if there's fear of dying, there's a reason. and hey, how about turning the fear into a happy expectation? what would it do for bill to know he could choose his destination?

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