D[eat]h

Death.

A single word that causes so many emotions just by looking at it. Death a word that we all hate. Is it ironic that if you rearrange the word 'death' you get 'hated'? Seems more than appropriate. Death. The thing that I wish I could reverse to bring back people into my life.

I find it fascinating that 'eat' is right in the middle of the word. It makes me think about what things do I allow to 'eat me alive'? Can these things be prevented? What eats at you, killing you little by little until nothing is left.

It was so funny because I was teaching a preschool programme class today and as part of the circuit the little 1.5 - 2.5 year old kids had to climb across the cylinder mat like object, but of course as you go to crawl across it, it starts to roll. Most of the time the parents would then bend down and hold the cylinder so the kids could climb across without falling, but this one kid climbed straight up to the cylinder and pushed it out the way so then she could get up and walk across with ease. It made me laugh at the time, but then I started thinking about what things in my life do I let frustrate me or get me out of my element that I could prevent by literally just removing it. How simple is that? How many things do we face that stress us out when we could just remove it all together and get on with the rest of our day. Just a side thought on the topic of death.

I must say death is the thing that gets to me most. Maybe it is because of my experiences with it, but I'm not sure if anyone can say they have had a positive experience with death.

What does death mean though? Does it mean to die? If it means to die, what does to die mean? Does dying simply mean not living? What does it mean to live? Do you have to be alive to live? Do you have to be happy to be alive? Can we be dead, but alive?

Who really knows.

Maybe we should just take words out of the world and focus on emotions and expressions.