Entropy
From organised structure into chaos.
You’re already dead.
Death is infinite and assured.
Life sits inside death.
It’s finite and tentative.
From the moment you’re born,
You’re also dead.
Life/death is yin/yang
Without death, life has no value.

From young, healthy, attractive, nicely scented and succulent,
You rot into a grey, dry, wrinkled,
Old, invisible and ignored carcass,
Smelling of piss and biscuits.
From mindlessly leaping out of chairs,
You go to the ‘Dawn Of Man’ routine to stand.
Or slide from chair to wheelchair.

Only young people say “if you’re lucky enough to get old”.
When old, sick people hear of a ‘sudden death’, they think ‘lucky bastard’,
Even if they don’t say it.
The key to a good life is acceptance.
Grow old gracefully.
Your body is your only ‘lifelong’ friend.
Listen to it.
Talk to it.
Care for it.

Enjoy your youth, understanding that it passes,
Listen to the wisdom of the old,
Understand death, pay it attention,
Because only under its shadow can you understand and fully engage in life.
Just as you slip into meditation and sleep by letting go,
Do the same into the warm blanket of death, however it comes,
It’s always a yielding.

The purpose of life is simply to live.
All the rest is human shite.
If you can see life compared to death,
With the broadest perspective,
And the right level of acceptance,
Only then can you enjoy the full journey and be wise and peaceful.