Light Of Our Lives

Life is like a lit candle floating precariously on a pan of water.

The light, inevitably, must be extinguished. If not by a gust of wind, random or otherwise, or a splash from the water on which it floats, then ultimately by running out of wax.

I saw the aftermath of what must have been a ghastly crash of two cars on the road yesterday. The police had cordoned the road segment off and were waving us past, in direct opposition to the traffic light's red state.

I believe that's actually illegal - I don't think the police can legally override red light instruction for civilians. Only emergency vehicles may pass at red, but I digress.

The point is, the crash looked catastrophic enough to have been fatal for some or all of the parties involved. It looked like a head-on collision at speed - the worst kind. I'd consider it a miracle if all parties survived.

I wondered, if 5 minutes before, the parties involved ever considered that they'd be in an incident like that, let alone die(?). The simple truth is, that could have been any one of us. Even the best drivers in the world get involved in accidents (not to be confused with crashes).

I, for one, am unusually aware of my mortality. I think of it frequently. Probably too frequently, to the point that it could actually be debilitating. A fruitful life at times requires risk and the self delusion of invincibility I think.

The overall point is, life is fragile and capricious. It can be taken within the blink of an eye. Poof! Just like that. It is from this fragility and brevity that life derives it's inherent value.

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Peace and Love ✌🏿
Adé

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