Minute with Modo (#18): Existing to die

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Life.

It’s a tricky thing; sometimes.

If we make it.

Today I asked myself the hard question, are you living or are you merely existing to die?

Death.

It’s inevitable; no matter how hard we try.

And oh how we try.

It scares me.

Death.

Not the afterlife part.

The transition of ceasing to physically exist part.

That fraction of a millisecond where you transition into the forever part.

Because this is not forever.

No matter how hard we try.

And oh how we try.

But what is living?

Doing what you want? What makes you happy? What makes you smile?

How is happiness different from selfishness?

Do they not have the same components?

I read a quote yesterday that said, “we become each other “.

Reincarnation?

I don’t think that is exactly what the quote meant, but it seemed profound.

Most profound things have an element of WTF in them.

Life is a big WTF.

Sometimes.

If we makes it that way.

And oh how we do.

What makes life worth living when the outcome will always be the same?

Time.

Times makes life worth living because no one knows how much they have.

It’s a mystery, a big WTF really.

A big WTF.

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With Time Feel.

WTF.

With time feel.

Feel that drop in your stomach knowing its going to run out.

Hold your breath.

Exhale…………………………

You’re still here.

Live.

Always with love,

Modo

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About MoDo

Hi There! I'm a 30 something woman who thought if I did things just right everything would fall into place.... boy was I rudely mistaken. So I thought what better than to share my life journey with the world; reminding people that just because things don't go as planned, doesn't mean they are not going. So here's a toast to our 30's: when things get a little more complicated, your political voice dwindles a tad, and true friends shine through. Here is to all the weddings, break ups, weekend trips, and alumni events. Here's to gaining weight, losing weight, grad school, and student loans. Here's to babies born, jobs we hate, co-workers turned friends, and passport stamps. Here's to not forgetting memories shared, changes to come, remembering who we are, and of course love.

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