As if our choices are binding. As if our decisions are irreversible. As if our circumstances are permanent.
We live like we have no control, no agency in this world. Like everything that happens to us is ordered by some higher power, rather than influenced by our own behaviour.
A dead person is still. Lifeless. Silent. A corpse erodes and decays into dust.
But you are not a corpse. You can make choices and make change. Yes, you’ll decay to dust eventually, but until then, you are not dead. You are alive. So live.
Live boldly. Live with joy. With gratitude. Live deeper. Wider. Better.
You are not dead. Not yet. Stop pretending to be.