ALL FLESH ROTS

You are made out of flesh. Everyone you know is made of flesh. Flesh is not eternal. You will rot, they will rot, and time will move forward. 

This grim mantra gives me peace and solace. I repeat it at least three times a day.

It puts into perspective my petty desires, wants, fears, ambitions, and goals. It reminds me that I am but a breath in this world, and I too shall return to dust.

Which then poses the real question: What will I do with the limited time God has given me? Will I use it to entertain myself? Or will I seek to do something more?

I’m not saying—or attempting—to put myself on a pedestal by placing someone else’s hobbies or comforts beneath me. I simply do not believe that I need to do anything in this life. If I choose to waste it or use it, that decision is mine alone; and yours too.

I’ve found that I enjoy the day-to-day more when I spend time intentionally. Which is oftentimes seeking self-improvement—mental, physical, or spiritual. Or with simple pleasures like listening to music, walking outside in nature, or drawing. These things bring me joy and make my life worth living. and are even more enjoyable when done with people I love.

So when I start desiring shallow comforts or trying to fill a bottomless hole—(you will never satisfy your lust, greed, or anger; they are insatiable)—I choose instead to play another game. One I know I have a better chance of winning, or at least a better chance of not making myself miserable.

ALL FLESH ROTS is a simple reminder to myself: you will die. In three generations your name will be forgotten, and everyone you know will also be forgotten. Get out of your head and enjoy the brief period you’re here doing thew things you love with people you love.