Though every man knows that he will die someday, his belief systems are forged on continued existence and place little or no value at all on the day of death. Isn’t it so? He feeds his vanity with the idea that he will forever be beautiful in youth. As it gets washed away, he believes himself to be the person of yesterday forever and continues to hold on to his pride of forgone days. His thoughts cannot cross his beliefs. And thus ignores the burden of human condition. It saves him from pain, yet the lack of experiencing pain disables you from ever understanding it in ourselves or those around us. If thoughts are immobile sheep, subconscious beliefs encircle them in a fence and hold them captive. Learning to break free robs you of a safe haven of joy, but it takes you to new pastures of human compassion.
As Bukowski would say:
"We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing"
