I recently ran an adult class, here in Taipei, called Life and Death.
I designed it with the sole intention of shedding more light on death.
I’m not there to teach anything per se; I’m a student just like everybody else. I feel like I’m there to facilitate a discussion, guide it and direct it.
The class was a success, although there were a few moments where what was being shared made one or two feel uncomfortable; questioned their sense of self and their mortality.
(Mortality as being viewed from the thought “I am this body”. Of course, if we identify with that which crumbles and breaks, and comes and goes, the fear of death is inevitable.)
The thing that caused slight anxiety was this:
When you’re 40-years old, you’ve been alive for around 2000 weeks.
2000 weeks, man.
That’s 2000 Sundays.
40 summers.
If you live till you’re 80…
That’s approximately 4000 weeks.
How does that make you feel?
Does it make you feel full of life?
Grateful?
Does it make you feel you want to start living life differently, to work on things that mean something to you, that give you a sense of purpose?
Does it make you look at other people and nature differently?
Does it soften the grudges you’ve collected over the years?
Does it make it easier to forgive?
Does it make you want to go for that thing you were always afraid to go for, because you doubted yourself, or you listened to the opinions of others too much, or you feared failure or feared success?
Or does it fill you with fear and anxiety, as if you’re trapped and there’s nowhere to turn?
There’s nothing to be afraid of, other than a life not lived.
Remember, it’s about who you become.
It’s never too late to start living.
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