The choice is to live life or waste it, death is certain.
I came across a bird in the road yesterday, a sparrow that lay still though it may have been my imagination that it was still alive. I carried this little bird to a quiet place of safety, laying it carefully upon the ground. An hour later I returned, and there the bird lay, eyes open seeing nothing, an interested fly had landed upon it, it was plainly dead. The bird reminded me of what the Buddhist blogger lijiun calls the impermanence of life. When we signed up to the roller coaster called life in the small print was the word “death.” Nothing is permanent, everything changes in small cycles of life and death until the ultimate moment of our own expiration. The choice is there to live life in prosperity or waste it screaming and protesting into the abyss of misery. Being happy, healthy and abundant is a choice we make, the little dead sparrow a reminder to us that regardless of what choices we make death is certain, life is precious.