So, last night, while I was talking with my girlfriend in her kitchen, I noticed a flower that I gave her a while back. It was lying in a vase, and, no surprise to me, was dead. I commented to Ashley about how the flower was dead and wondered why she still had it lying in the vase. She looked at it and told me that she loved looking at things that reminded her of me, and that she still thought it was beautiful. She told me that she thought it died while it was still alive.
I thought about that last part: dying while you're still alive? I didn't think that she was trying to be profound or the next great philosopher like John Locke, but I thought it was really cool.
I mean, are we all dying while we're still alive? What does it look like for someone to be dead while they're still alive?
I'm not really sure what I should interpret this as, but I think it's kind of my new motive in life: to constantly be doing something worthy and everlasting so that when I die, I'm still alive and present with or through someone else.
That is all. Noug out.
