Between Birth & Death

I need a moment to compose my thoughts before we get started. This post marks a turning point in the evolution of who I am as a man, so it’s important that I try not to screw it up…

There are certain topics that cause a writer a degree of apprehension whenever he (or she) approaches them. Trying to articulate how these concepts, realities, or situations alter your perceptions, or define who you are can be daunting.  For me personally, I have always struggled to broach the subject of death. I have battled against anxiety and depression in the past, and openly acknowledging that I will eventually die used to leave me feeling petrified.

Which explains why it has been a few months since we last talked about death here at The Renegade Press.

In that time, my life has changed more than I ever imagined possible.  I’m not the man that I once was. I’m not ruled by a fear of death, or the melancholy feeling of failure. I hit rock bottom. I had my face stamped into the dirt, and my humility exposed to the world. I lost something amazing, and I crumbled. Badly. But in my lowest moments I learned that the depths of my own fortitude are endless. I beat depression, let go of my ego, and now I’m learning how to walk after a lifetime of forcing myself to crawl.

Alright. I think I’m good. Let’s do this…

I was recently told that the only certainty in life is death. At the time, I viewed the idea as a pessimistic way to look at the world. But the more that I have allowed myself to consider this notion in relation to my own life, the more I am beginning to realise that there is some truth in the sentiment. It may sound incredibly macabre to view the foundations of our reality as so fractured and unstable that our inevitable demise is the only solid platform which we have at our disposal to build a life upon. But the truth is that understanding our own humanity, and the inescapability of death allows us to grow, to be happy, and to cherish the time that we have on this earth.

Oh, yes. This is a post about death; but it comes with a twist. It’s not a depressive, or self-depreciating diatribe oozing with anxiety and fear. Instead, it’s a big fucking swing at complacency; and a way for me to stand up, beat my chest and say that I’m not afraid of dying anymore.

As a society, we continuously remind ourselves of the fragility of the human existence. We sit glued to television screens, or stream endless content when tragedy befalls our fellow man or woman. We seemingly revelling in the idea that a life can be dramatically altered, or taken away in an instant. When a loved one passes, we console one another with observations about the fragility of life, and the preciousness of the gift that we have been given. Yet, despite openly acknowledging the metamorphic nature of our existence, we still allow ourselves to try and build upon the shifting foundations of space and time, assuming certainty where there is none.


The only certainty in life is death. So, rather than chasing dreams that can evolve or be abandoned at a moments notice, wouldn’t it make sense to establish the underpinnings of who we are on this fact, and work backwards to establish our values and beliefs? Wouldn’t it seem logical to confront the inevitability of our demise as a means of asking ourselves what it is that defines us, what we truly value, and what it would take for us to pass away with the knowledge that we have no regrets? So many people spend their entire lives desperately scrambling to find their place within a world of uncertainty and change, afraid to acknowledge that one day they will die. And that when they do, they will not be defined by the possessions they own, the job they have, or the money in their bank account.

One of the greatest failings of the modern man is that we convince ourselves over and over that the materialistic shit matters. We do so because it’s tangible. It’s a way for us to touch something we have earned, or to show it to a friend or lover and say that we have lived a successful life. It makes us feel great for a few moments to bask in the superficial. But that instant of gratification fades, and no one will ever be defined by something so shallow. When we die, we are remembered for the experiences we shared with the people we love, and the way in which we brightened the lives of those around us. I know that probably sounds like a bunch of contrived bullshit penned by a hopeless romantic. So, let me put it like this…

…When I die, I want to look back on my life and know that I achieved the things that mattered most to me. I want to be able to say that I was loved; and that I loved unconditionally. I want to know how wonderful it feels to be someone’s father, brother, son, lover, friend, enemy, and entire world. I want to be shaped by the experiences that I have lived through, both good and bad. And I want to be able to say that I have had a positive impact on the world around me.

I would like a few other things too. It would be great to say that I wrote a best seller, or that I earned enough money to live comfortably without the fear of financial ruin. I’d like to have owned a fancy car too. Who wouldn’t? But if I had the choice between owning a Lamborghini or holding my newborn child in my arms for the very first time; the car would become meaningless in an instant. There’s a reason that people talk about money, cars, and possessions as dreams.  They are something to aspire to; but they’re not a necessity. Love and happiness are. They are the framework of a life well lived. Without possessions, you can still live an amazing life. Without love and happiness; you’re going to be fucking miserable.

When my life fell apart I realised how often I was sacrificing my own happiness to focus my attention on trivial and incidental shit. It became apparent that my pursuit of perfection and possessions was exacerbating my fear of death because I was subconsciously creating a life governed by anxiety. I had lost sight of what really mattered most. And as I looked around at my friends and family I realised that I wasn’t alone in my mistakes.

I saw couples who I knew were madly in love growing apart as they pushed themselves to buy a bigger car, or a better home, rather than allowing their love to blossom simply by acknowledging that they already had everything they could ever need within each other. I saw strangers sitting in silence at bus stops, their eyes fixated on mobile devices; desperate to feel connected to something or someone, but too afraid to share a moment of intimacy or awkwardness with the person sitting right beside them. And I saw that so many people were lost and afraid because they felt like they had no purpose. When all they needed to do to find themselves was to accept that one day they will die, and then work backwards to understand what mattered most to them in that space between birth and death.

This post is a swing at complacency, because that is exactly what we as a society have become. We are so complacent in ourselves that we take the people and experiences that matter most for granted; failing to realise that possessions, followers, or moments on instant gratification don’t equate to happiness. We’re neglecting to acknowledge that we are shaped and defined by the moments we share with our loved ones, and the way in which we touch the hearts and minds of the people we meet.  We feel contentment in community, and experience true joy through love. So, don’t be complacent. Don’t make the mistake of focusing on the trivial and neglecting to nurture yourself. Accept that one day you will die, figure to what it is that matters in your life, and make the most of the time that you have while you still can.

If you love someone; show them. If you have a child; hold their hand and teach them to grow. Cherish every moment, opportunity and experience that you have between birth and death. Because even something as certain as our inevitable demise is uncertain in its timing and deliverance.

Author: Chris Nicholas

Chris Nicholas is an author from Brisbane, Australia. He has published two novels, and is currently working on his third.

127 thoughts on “Between Birth & Death”

  1. The moment we are born the only thing that really matters is love. And that remains throughout our lives. It is as necessary as food and water for survival. And in death if we find love we can leave this earth in dignity and with the love of others without suffering. Food, water, shelter and love. This is all you need to survive and live well. Thank you for liking my poem.

  2. i used to write a lot about death. and when i say a lot i mean it was all i wrote about. i was very, very scared. i couldn’t even sleep because i wanted to enjoy every second of the life i had left {i was 15 or 16 at the time and thought time was passing too fast already}. i was also afraid of dying on my sleep. crazy, i know.

    many years later i realized that death was a gift, that i was only enjoying life because i knew i wouldn’t have forever to be myself and do stuff and feel stuff. so, my quest began on living a simple life, surrounded by emotions and experiences, where i could be mindful and find my purpose in every thought, in every action, and in every feeling i had.

    when i die i hope to leave that fragrance you talked about in another post. one that brings a smile, a sense of joy, and magic, and love.

    thank you for another wonderful post. ❤


  3. I loved your post! So great to know that there are others who are going through the same transformation as I am. Cherishing every minute is the key. So we shouldn’t worry about materialistic things. Well said.

  4. Is too far-fetched to think that when that blink of apparent death is really the transition into another, yet better, existence. Having the knowingness that we are still on our journey, but that journey has only gotten more interesting? We are only here for a short time to grow and expand and absorb all that we can. Enjoying the time well spent here expands into more after that thing HUMANS call death. And, having all that we want is also a part of that journey. It also expands our ability to enjoy!!!

  5. I hear ya! WOW – I am continue to reel after my son’s death, and my mom’s death, both occurred within 30 days in 2016. Love this “I beat depression, let go of my ego, and now I’m learning how to walk after a lifetime of forcing myself to crawl…. Alright. I think I’m good. Let’s do this…” April 20th, the year anniversary I wrote about “Picturing Heaven” – thanks so much for your shared introspection.

  6. This is so close to my thinking that it’s eery! When I realized that the acceptance of death was the guide to a good life, I knew I couldn’t say it to very many people without it sounding dark (I also struggle with depression so I have to avoid setting off alarms). It’s so funny to me that the one thing we try our hardest to ignore or drown out is the thing that grants…well, I guess you could say enlightment.

  7. THIS

    I saw strangers sitting in silence at bus stops, their eyes fixated on mobile devices; desperate to feel connected to something or someone, but too afraid to share a moment of intimacy or awkwardness with the person sitting right beside them.

  8. It’s funny I should read this post tonight! I too struggle with death! It’s scary and just the unknown of when it may occur. I have struggled with depression as well! I know death is a part of life, and if you are saved then death shouldn’t be feared, but It scares me just the same!

  9. I’m going to have to read more of your stuff, this is great! People have MLC because it finally hits them that there’s an end to the road. I’ve been at bedsides near the end, I’ve been there for births – both beautiful and surprisingly similar.
    Steve Jobs died a year younger than I am now (56). The people closest to him couldn’t wait for him to go, not how I want to be!! Love your stuff…

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