Walk of Death
Nassim Nicholas Taleb described the scene of a trader running up the stairs of Chicago Exchange as if being chased by a tiger. I don't really understand nor aspire to the life of a trader. But I find something intriguing in the description. Being chased by a tiger.
Kamal Ravikant described the proximity of death as a walk, between you, me, and hiim. I take one step forward, Death, facing me, takes one step backward. Until one day, I step forward, Death stands still. And my life is hers.
I agree with Ravikant. But I also feel like being chased by a tiger from behind. Every step I take is not just I want to, I have to. If I stop, in Ravikant's scenario, I may achieve immortality (I won't). But now there's the tiger. If I stop, I am devoured. Not as bad as a Red Queen Race, but still need to walk forward nonetheless.
"That's depressing." Said my friend. Perhaps. But I find strength and comfort in the analogy. I will die one day, same as all humans ever did. But there's a difference between a regretful death (devoured by the tiger) or a peaceful death (lost in the embrace of Death, which, in my still very puberty mind, is very much a beautiful woman, femme fatale). And I have a choice. Keep going forward, and one day I will fall into her hands for my eternal slumber. Or stop, give up, find myself Between Two Worlds again, "So many, so many, regrets bring me to tears".