We, the living, die. We die when childhood falls away, emerging as from a cocoon, unrecognizable to ourselves. In questioning, one finds passions and purpose realigned. Many years later, we die once again and are reborn beyond passion, beyond purpose, through the trials behind us that cut away detritus, sift impurities, and refine the gleaming substance beneath. Once more, walking the lengths and breadth of this world, we die and transform. Bathed in the white of wisdom, we settle and enjoy the fruits of our life's labors until the final time we lie down and rise no more.
Yet even that is not the last resurrection, merely transcendence. What lies beyond the veil of Life, no one knows though all will learn in time. It is not the proud, the loud, or even the winsome that embrace the many little deaths that living endures; but the silent warrior who lifts their chin at darkfall and yearns to know what comes after.
We, the living, die. We die when childhood falls away, emerging as from a cocoon, unrecognizable to ourselves. In questioning, one finds passions and purpose realigned. Many years later, we die once again and are reborn beyond passion, beyond purpose, through the trials behind us that cut away detritus, sift impurities, and refine the gleaming substance beneath. Once more, walking the lengths and breadth of this world, we die and transform. Bathed in the white of wisdom, we settle and enjoy the fruits of our life's labors until the final time we lie down and rise no more.
Yet even that is not the last resurrection, merely transcendence. What lies beyond the veil of Life, no one knows though all will learn in time. It is not the proud, the loud, or even the winsome that embrace the many little deaths that living endures; but the silent warrior who lifts their chin at darkfall and yearns to know what comes after.
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You're welcome and thank you for writing it. It's rare to find a thoughtful soul.
Thank you :)