Death

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.


We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.


We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.


Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.


We paused before house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.


Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
--- Death by Emily Dickinson


I heard myself reciting the first part of this poem on a daily basis (it might have something to do with the fact that it is the first two sentences that I memorized lol)

Death does frighten me for it sets an arbitrary end to all that I could do in this life.

In other words, I am racing with nothing but the time… the limited amount of time granted to me by both life and death.

I believe in reincarnation (my cultural indoctrination).

However, what I have fears for is the failure to contribute anything to the collective good and do nothing more than wasting the limited resources on this planet. (BTW, such fear might be either the manifestation and/or the origin of depression. lol)

Next life is next life and what about this?

Ever wonder what mental health conditions could teach you? lol

Gotta get back to the task list and try to get done with the to-do list before I forget it... :-x