Time stills. Memories lag on their march to the forefront of my line of thought. A heavy thrum thump of cherished moments drag their feet like slow-motion characters on parade. Far gone interactions are grayish and frayed with tintype residue like emotional scars. In circles and one/two step, they dance before my closed eyes: dreamy and luring. What is this show? Am I dead? Is this my life “flashing”? Every jarring experience, every regret and embarrassment, every blunder and joyous accomplishment creep in tandem like a circus stuck to an eternal merry-go-round. Hellish. Profound, but I do not know what it means. My head is spinning – too slowly, like a wooden spoon stirring caramel. The processional quickens. A whirr of the projector hums from behind as all memories blur. I have forgotten. The ringleader grows silent, the tent lights dim, the clowns re-squeeze into their bug. In the morning, only dust and popcorn shells will remain. What does it all mean? Where is the tunnel and light near the end? Does it really only just fade black into nothing? Am I nothing? Was I always nothing?
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Do you fear death? I do not personally, but I have heard that this is a common fear. The majority of people fear the possibilities of what lies beyond life. What about you? What scares you most about death? Many fear being forgotten. Some fear hell and torment. Others assume blissful nothingness or paradise awaits, yet fear their own doubts. If someone were able to give you the guarantee of life after death would you take it?
“Truly, truly, I say to you, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life. He does not come into judgment, but has passed from death to life.” ~Jesus
Reblogged this on HarsH ReaLiTy and commented:
I do not fear that which I have already met. My past self, a past regret. What scares me is to forget what fear feels like. Returning to the younger man that never cared, a younger man that never feared. That boy dreamed of an endless circus of his mind. Sleepless thoughts bleeding into a memory dry. Your head spins? Mine never began. What do I fear? When the ride finally comes to an end. -OM
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I enjoyed that a lot! 🙂
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Thank you! I loved your response in the re-blog. Very provoking.
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Yes, Jason, I agree. Great response!
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Very enjoyable
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Thank you 🙂
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Thank you for this incredibly beautiful, inspiring post. FDR (the only President I knew throughout my teen years)said that all we had to fear was fear itself, and I think he was right. I have had two beautiful experiences after the deaths of two friends that convinces me there is something joyous in the passage of death.
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Reblogged this on sherriemiranda1 and commented:
A very profound piece of Flash Fiction! Can’t wait to get to know this writer better! Wow, writers are pretty amazing people aren’t they?
Peace, love & acceptance of life & death (what other choice do we have?),
Sherrie
Sherrie Miranda’s historically based, coming of age, Adventure novel “Secrets & Lies in El Salvador” is about an American girl in war-torn El Salvador:
http://tinyurl.com/klxbt4y
Her husband made a video for her novel. He wrote the song too. You can find it on YouTube (same title) or look through my posts for a link.
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Hey girl,
Just wanted to let you know that I found you through Jason’s reblog. Looking forward to learning more about you AND reading more too!
Peace,
Sherrie
Sherrie Miranda’s historically based, coming of age, Adventure novel “Secrets & Lies in El Salvador” is about an American girl in war-torn El Salvador:
http://tinyurl.com/klxbt4y
Her husband made a video for her novel. He wrote the song too:
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If you want to delete the video or want me to delete it, let me know.
Sherrie
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The poet, Philip Larkin, captures the fear of death wonderfully in his poem Aubade. It is, he says the fear of nothingness that terrifies us. Aubade is an amazing poem and never fails to resonate with me. Kevin
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I will have to read it and perhaps add it to my collect of “most-loved” poetry
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