Have you met a person who has given up on life and is just marking time until their death? They are joyless, without light and come across as bumps of flesh and bone.
I’m not talking about the sick or the elderly. I’m talking about the ordinary person who just walks through life with no hope except that it will all end soon.
Then there are those who are obviously wholly dead on the inside, yet
they continue to creep into our lives pretending to be human while
proclaiming the honor of their lives.
We know they are dead, but waking, and they are completely unaware of
I’m not talking about ghosts or those dealing with a terminal illness. I’m talking about those who have lost their lives
through un-frugal, non-kind and selfish living and then fail to
recognize the consequences of their change in condition.
How are these opposite ends of the human experience created and how do
we — as cogent, caring and self-aware human beings — deal with the
recognition of these horrifying disconnections all around us?
On one end we have the stumbler waiting for the terminal inevitable
without joy or passion.
On the other end we have the dead — speed walking and traveling in
circles — unwilling and unable to realize their lives are lost and
bear no magnitude, but yet, they loudly carry on to spite our truth.