Life is as certain as death. Everyone faces death sometime in their life. Plants, animals, people. Every living thing. Sometimes, even non-living things.

Death. Death isn’t always physical. People are somewhat like ideas, different and alive. We die, like ideas die in people’s minds. Like going to a support group for cancer where everyone else has cancer, and thinks you have it too. You stop showing up for two months, and you’re dead to them. The cancer you didn’t have, killed you.

If for some people, what defines us when we’re alive is the things we own, does the things that we no longer own define us when we’re dead? And if life is an illusion, is death an illusion too? Maybe there’s the idea of death so we’d lead our lives a totally different way. Wouldn’t you be living differently if you knew you wouldn’t die, ever?

” Patrick Bateman: The world just opens up and swallows them. ” -American Psycho

Maybe that’s true. Maybe all funerals are an act. Or like a big practical joke.

” The more you have, the more you have to lose. ” does that mean “The less you have, the less you have to lose.” If poverty stricken people die, is it any less significant?

I’d think, the less you have, the more you have. The less you think you know, the more you know. But why is there always a measure, how much and how little. What is life, really. Same question, different day. You ask yourself that same question everyday, and you go to sleep with a different conclusion everynight.

You wake up with a certain idea about life, and you go to sleep with a different analysis. 24 hours. We’re defining life, every second. Or death.

Tick tock.