Nobody sets out to live on autopilot.

But it happens—slowly, gradually, until one day, we realize we’re just going through the motions.

We wake up, go to work, run errands, scroll, check emails, binge a show, go to bed—and repeat.

And while there’s nothing wrong with routine, something in us starts to fade when we stop noticing the beauty in the ordinary.

It’s like we’re waiting for life to start—for the next big trip, the next relationship, the next exciting chapter.

But in doing that, we miss the fact that this—this normal, everyday moment—is life.

And if we don’t pay attention, it will slip by unnoticed.

Most of us don’t think about death until we have to.

It’s the shadow lurking at the edge of our lives, something we know is inevitable but prefer to keep at a safe distance. We create distractions, keep busy, build plans for the future, and convince ourselves that if we just do enough—if we eat right, exercise, avoid danger, make the right choices—maybe we can delay it. Maybe we can control it.

But death doesn’t work that way.

And that’s what terrifies us most—not just the end of life, but the loss of control.

The truth is, we fear death because we fear surrendering to the unknown.

But what if death isn’t just an end, but an invitation—to live differently now?

We live in a world that constantly tells us to look out for ourselves—protect our time, set boundaries, secure our success. And while these things have their place, something gets lost when we make life only about us.

True spiritual practice isn’t just about personal enlightenment or self-improvement. It’s about how we show up for others.