We are souls encapsulated in a decomposing vessel, that is all we are – vessels living on borrowed time. There is one sad fact about life, it holds true that everything must come to an end. our aspirations come to an end once we have fulfilled them, our life on earth comes to an end when we are old and frail and all good things surely come to an end, everything comes with a limit.
Have you noticed the emptiness that feels your heart when human interaction comes to an end, especially when you are in an environment with friends and family for a period of time and when they suddenly have to depart there comes a desire that you and your loved ones could never go separate ways. Separation brings an emptiness and hollowness that cannot be replaced.
We are pilgrims because we are wondering on this path called life which has a set destination, the path may lead to different places and experiences but eventually it draws to end, the older we get the closer we approach our destination. Life is not a parallel line that carries on into the distance never touching, it starts and finishes drastically.
Pilgrims on this earth, coming into contact with others but someday we will break free of this temporal body and there will be no boundary in sight. The idea of an end is frightening as we do not know what lies beyond the veil of time, no man has drawn back the curtain of time and space to testify of what awaits us on the other end.
The end approaches so unexpectedly.
Our existence hinges on this, there is no absolute certainty of a beginning but there sure is an absolute surety that death awaits. Pilgrims we are on this earth, but we refuse to acknowledge this sad fact. We are purposeful beings engulfed in a purposeless cosmos, fated to constantly seek objective meaning where we cannot afford to find it late.
We have made a hell in this beautiful creation of ours where we struggle to control our passions, they come and go like a fever in the night. I guess Sartre right when he stated “nothingness lies coiled in the heart of a being – like a worm”, our passions are exactly that they are coiled up in our heart. The passions constantly ask us to be free before our end is here but we reply with a resounding nothingness.
We will one day stand at the traffic intersection with the concentrated but shifting view of human life on the other side waiting for it to go green to submerge us with all the desires our soul hopes for before its too late.
That intersection is a resemblance of life, as much as we would like to cross to reach the other side we stop for no reason at all. The emptiness that will fill our hearts when we come to realise our existence is the coming to be and passing away. The truth of life is to avoid arriving at the end of life with all your passions.
Be like Wittgenstein who declared on his death bed “tell them i lived a wonderful life”. This should be a pilgrims end.
Passions come and go but first we must ignite the fire if we are to walk on this road.