I can hear LIFE calling your name...

I can't say that I enjoy attention funerals. The mere sight of seeing people cry and bereft by loss makes it impossible for me to be unmoved. An even greater challenge is being forced to lay eyes on a corpse laying motionless, cold and who does not look anything like they did when alive.

Sadly, the vivid image of a lifeless being is often the one thing we try to blot out of our memories. It is not the thing we wish to talk about endlessly with our friends over dinner or amidst jovial laughter. Now can you imagine a person who is alive, yet who is so unfocused and who's life resembles that of a course? We know many of them and sometimes they are us. The point in ones life where life beckons you to get onto its wings daily, but you are so used to, accustomed to, content with, could not be bothered with, have simply accepted a life of the mundane that they might as well just cover you with soil because you are already dressed in your garment of ashes.

We love blaming things, people, even the guy with the pitch fork, simply because we will not accept that we have lost our focus. We have lost our zest for life. We are not what we ought to be, but we are qualified enough to judge the shortcomings of others. We are obsessed with things that mean nothing, but the things that really matters... those things that is the difference between life and death, to us it matters not. We move further and further away from what we have been designed for, painstakingly had someone lose His life for, but we make no effort to chase after that which we we actually born for.

Life will wait on us, it will do everything it can to entice us. Yet, there will come a day when our habits will become lifestyle and we will be too far gone down the road in order to make a U-turn. Life was not designed for us to follow the masses, to bicker and moan about what we do not have, but it was designed for us to truly live. I can hear the ocean begging us to visit it's shore, a book abandoned on the twenty-seventh page crying to be read in its entirety, a trip made together with a loved one stares daily at us through the pages of a glossy magazine, a child frustrated and disappointed yearning for the affection of a parent who is always to preoccupied, a heart busy losing its luster just waiting to leap yet again if only it's owner would allow herself to love again.

I am not sure what is more sad, seeing a corpse laying in a coffin or a person supposed to be alive, but who has simply just given up on life. You say if life was simply that simple. Well, when last have you actually given it a try? You sound more like someone who does not know what life tastes like, yet act as if you are the head chef in Life's kitchen. The time has come for you to start living again...