It gets worse. I have bad news for you. You are dying as well. You are terminal!
Now I'm not the Grim Reaper in waiting and I'm not being dramatic but it is something that we all must live with. Death. And the thing we have that is terminal is LIFE.
Before we even come out of our mum's tum the clock starts ticking. If we are lucky we will get the average of around 80 years. In my book I break that down into around 3 billion heartbeats, or even two and a half billion seconds, or an even lower number, around about 800 million breaths. As we live our life journey each breath we take is taken off the tally. And the breaths, heartbeats and seconds are never coming back once we have used them.
Pretty sick to even think like that I guess, but one thing it does is make you THINK. Hopefully, like me you will go searching for your Mister SomeOne Out-There before you get to the end. Hopefully MSOT can give you the gifts that you haven't looked for yet. Don't keep them inside you and take them unused to your grave.
I've been thinking in my tent for 3 years now. I found MSOT and the gifts he has given me are literally speaking, unbelievable. Doing stuff like writing books, writing these blogs on a website I made myself. The poems which I can create in minutes, if I have a reason to write. These songs which will not get out of my head when I have no musical or singing background. The comedy scripts I have written. The screenplay for my film "Comebacks". The television show for which I have the script written.......THINK.
I am terminal and I am not going to die wondering.
Tick, tick....boomboom, boomboom....in...out ....haaaaarrrr (well I don't know how to spell the sound of breathing dotty!)