No, not quite. It is a source of energy that fuels our motives; but it certainly is not black and it is not slippery, and it is not pumped out from the rich earth below.
Do you realize how everyday I wake up to this realization, deciding that this is it, the very thing that keeps me going – because my life is not going to last, but my deeds will.
So will the rest of the people I know: Friends and family and whoever else I find dear to my heart. They are worthy of the smile you give them everyday, of the hearty laughter you share with them, and of the care you shower them with.
To accept the fact, however dreary it seems, with an ever tolerant spirit, brings the joy in me. Yes, life is not perfect; it is not a complete bed of roses. But knowing that it does not last settles me with the reason to treasure every moment of it.
Some past research which really got extremely serious in the end, into the matter itself, yielded in some pretty horrific results. It provided a lot of insight into Death and all that is associated with it. And that, gathered with all the hard facts and statistics revolving around that data, as well as the play of life events that take place before my very eyes, is more than enough to make me who I am presently.
The knowledge, or rather the awareness, that you and I will one day vanish into the ethereal, is what keeps us going. Just that sometimes we are too busy to notice.
Of course I think differently.