The End is Nigh

It would be strange when we are young to consider, too seriously, our mortality. Life appears endless with possibilities, which it is.

It would be strange when we are older to ignore our mortality. The signs of its inevitability are all too obvious. 

It is folly to remain unaware of our mortality when we are young; it is folly to be obsessively minded about it when we are older.  Being dismissive or being obsessive are two equal and opposite errors -  neither are sober. 

When we are young, we should rejoice at life’s possibilities, at the same time being aware of our limitations, our failings and our sins. At this stage these don’t loom too large. 

When we are older, we should be thankful (not to the universe – it isn’t listening) for the remarkable gift of life, at the same time being aware of our limitations, our failings and our sins. By this stage we are only too aware of them. 

Our lives are a vapour, according to James. It is a mist, driven by a wind unseen. 

Our mortality is inescapable. What of it!?  It should inspire thoughtfulness, appreciative-ness, and measured steps. We should avoid dissipation and carelessness.

Out mortality is not, however, the final word in the grand drama of life. But it can’t be avoided or dismissed as a fantasy, laughed at with mindless disdain. It does have the reputation of biting, hard.

Beware, the end is always nigh. Or better, repent, the end is nigh.