The End is Where We Begin
Had a dream last night that I was standing in a dark tunnel. The kind of tunnel one sees in shitty zombie movies. With dark, wet concrete in a semi-circle above me, faint light from incandescent bulbs hanging above me, I could see the damp blacktop below my feet. As I looked around me, I noticed that the ground was moving, pushing me like a conveyor belt towards the open end of the tunnel; into the light.
I could see a figure standing in the opening, obstructing the light. As the ground below me crept closer, I could see the hooded figure, waiting with open arms. I turned around and tried my hardest to run back into the the tunnel, but to no avail. The harder I tried to run away from death, the more tired and beaten I felt. I fell to my knees and wondered why this was happening to me.
And then it hit me. I stood up and held my head high. I turned around and grinned at the hooded figure at the end of the tunnel. Somewhere deep down I finally figured it all out...
The sooner we accept our mortality, the sooner we can embrace our vitality.