"He not busy being born is busy dying." – Bob Dylan
I think like most of us, I alternate between the two. At some moments, I am becoming more than what I was, and on the flipside, I let my soul shrink a little, die a little. Of course, I would always like to be busy being born, but I am only a man. I really don't believe there are very many of us in constant birth of himself or herself — I think that must be a hard thing to keep up. Even if we are always active, it is perhaps to say that oftentimes we do wrong when we do things — as much as we do right. I'd like to think — or at least hope — that the birthing of myself outgrows what the dying of myself atrophies.
Maybe the key is that we are doing something, though. We are individuals given free will (and all its consequences) — we can so choose the light or the darkness, the one or the other that echoes, however faintly, in every single action that we take. We must consciously choose which path to travel, and though we may not travel the entire length without straying, I think in the end it speaks of us that we chose a road and did our best to live as we had chosen. To paraphrase another quote, it is said that the hottest fires of Hell are not for the angels who fell, but the angels who would not choose which side to fight on.
