They say that in the first half of your life you learn how to live and in the second half you learn how to die. For some reason men don't learn the lesson well. When the body finally says we are moving into the "learn how to die" mode, most blokes set out to defy the inevitable pull of gravity. "Don't sell property" is the general advice given to a bloke in his forties who is planning a career move, hobby move, house move, or all the other possible moves that serve to defy gravitational pull. Jogging and fast cars sometimes aid in the battle. Sometimes lots of "toys" help, although "there are no pockets in a shroud and no roof-racks on a hearse." Although there is a sense of immortality with every new purchase or shrewd business deal, the reality is that mortality comes closer every day. Of course, most men tend to suffer from the "seven year itch" at this time in their life. The line from the movie "Moonstruck" sums up the situation in the question "why do men chase women?" The answer is spot-on. "Because they are afraid of death." There is a little male Australian marsupial that wanders off to die after mating, and like him we just have to learn to live with the threat of the inevitable grim reaper.
Most of us resist "learning how to die." We deny death with every possible mechanism at our disposal. The problem is that denial produces inappropriate behavior responses. We end up acting stupidly and destroy the many advantages we have built up over half a lifetime. We are then anything but contented, anything but happy. Happiness, contentment, comes when we set realistic expectations within the given. Denying gravity is no way to be happy.
From life to death, everything changes, everything moves. What shall we say of it, this divine comedy? How about a divine plan, a preparation for eternity?