Joy Is A Choice
You are going to die.
How’s that for a joyful thought?
Look: Suppose you were told you were going to go blind. That would certainly be a devastating prognosis for anyone. But if it were true, what choices would you have? Say you were told – truthfully — you would be blind by the next sunrise. The only choice you would have would be how to respond between now and then. You could spend the time:
1) Cursing God and your fate
3) Getting depressed
4) Getting angry
5) Bargaining with God, or else…
6) Visiting family and friends to see them one last time; traveling to your favorite garden or beach or mountain; renting your favorite movie; staying up as long as you could while making love peering into your lover’s eyes…
Am I making my point? If you would want to spend your last sighted day on earth with options 1 through 5, above, that’s your choice and no one would blame you. But come the morning after, you might regret it.
So now let’s get back to dying, a devastating prognosis for anyone. Death gives life meaning, like shadow serves light and the sweet sorrow of parting serves love. Life without death would be cheap and meaningless. And the meaning you ascribe to your life is up to you.
In the face of death, you can choose denial; to be bitter about your mortality; you can get depressed. Or you can be the most un-death-like one can be. To me, this points to joy. A hundred years after you’re dead, they’ll be no one around who ever even heard your name. How would you like to spend your remaining moments?