Death, Art and Gratitude
Everyone dies. It’s both a blessing and a curse. Without death there would be no evolution, no variety in life, no impetus to progress. Without death none of us would be here, but that’s not much consolation when facing our own inevitable ends. Our brains are so powerful that emotional pain hits us just as hard as physical pain, and the loss of a loved one can cripple us like the loss of a limb. As a species the very thought of the End drove us to invent the idea of after-lives where those we love live on, silently watching from “a better place”.
As non-believers and skeptics death’s sting can feel even more sharp when presented with the thought that we will absolutely never see our friends and family again once they’re gone. That the memories we’ve created are the sum of the lives we’ve lived. That someday we too will die. When faced with such propositions I can find little blame in my heart for anyone who would rather hide in myths than face reality. So what comfort is there for the unbelieving?
We still have life. We have each other. We have tomorrow and we have the lessons of those who have come before. Our lives echo the lives of the billion generations that preceded us from the first spark of life. We get to contribute to the future in any way we like, and for me that’s enough.
To be here, to make art, to share your thoughts and learn from you all is more than enough, it’s heaven.