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Cause of Life




Through most any TV medical show or detective series, you have no doubt been introduced to the “post-mortem.” This often-pivotal scene is where we finally find out the “cause of death,” and thus gain insight into the mysteries upon which the episode was likely founded. With the cause of death determined, the other pieces of the puzzle start falling into place.

While you have likely never starred in an episode of House, ER or a Lifetime Original murder mystery (which if you watch many of these, you will begin to assume most wives are killed by their husbands and that’s just how marriages are supposed to end. Good, wholesome TV for family, right?), there is a similar investigation you should be performing. But it isn’t seeking cause of death, rather, you should be exploring your very own “cause of life.”

Would that be a pre-mortem? I’m not sure, but in any case, investigating why you are here, what inspires and energizes you, and what makes your heart come alive are essential practices. These are the questions we must each be asking of ourselves. In a world where so many are just going through the motions, living a purposeless existence, and may ultimately meet their deaths without ever truly understanding what made them come alive, have the courage to examine cause of life. You may just find the other pieces to life’s puzzle start falling into place.

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