"Death has been consuming the thoughts of the living since the dawn of man." This phrase comes from a dream I had. In this dream, I walked into a random house that I was walking by on the sidewalk. I didn't know why at first, but it seemed familiar somehow. As I explored the home, the only thing that was going through my mind was, "My god. I know this place..." I meandered my way over to the bedroom, and saw an old crippled man on his death bed. He was me, unmistakably.
I sat down and began to talk to him. I asked him how his life was, if he was happy with how things turned out, etc. After talking to him for a while, I grew scared. If I was him, and he was me, then I was watching myself die. Only after I awoke did I realize how ironic that was, considering the conversation to come. He (I?) must have realized my (his?) fear, and replied, "Lucas, do not fret. The one bane of man is his recurring contemplation of the negative. You mustn't do so. Death has been consuming the thoughts of the living since the dawn of man. If you truly want a happy life, then the thing you must do is just to go right out and live it."
This has been in my mind all day. I don't know why, but for some reason, the contents of this dream have been indelibly carved into my brain. I will not forget this dream or its message ever. I'd write more, but I'm about to go and heed my own advice.
Thanks,
L.F. Braley
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