Progress of your life

You feel you are going somewhere.

Better or even great things await you.

You are still not who you will become.

You are in the process of becoming a better you. More complete you.

But if you look at it honestly, you will see that you are not going anywhere.

Rather you are leaving.

You are not progressing.

You are aging and fading away.

You are dying.

But when you hear the word "death", you feel safe all of a sudden.

Because you turned death into a word. Into a concept. You have it stored safely in an airtight container with a label.

You never open it to see, to analyze what is inside.

It is too scary, because it makes all your pursuits irrelevant.

So you tell yourself that you have more important things to do, like clean the kitchen and stop reading this crap.