Life is experienced in the here and now, yet we attach such significance to one life over another.
Why?
Are our own lives so insignificant that we must attach a vaunted status to those we do not know, except in movies? Must we trivialize our own lives to think that others are more-esteemed than ours?
Robin Williams died in despair, thinking that the only way out of his life (as it existed) was by his own, self-prescribed death. What a waste of God's gift of life!
Lauren Bacall died as luck would have it, not by a means prescribed by her, but by one that was written by another Hand.
As fellow travelers in this thing we call life, we will always experience both ends of the human continuum. What matters most is to understand that there is a beginning and an end. We can control the end, if we choose, but we can't control the beginning, at least not by our own hand.
Is the ending of life on either end less tragic than the other?
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