This post is deeply inspired from a passage I read in an 1887 novel titled ""The Canterville Ghost".
So we deeply fear Death. What comes after death; we do not know. Therefore, it is in us human beings to fear the unknown.
God and His Holy Books speak of life after death. Of Heaven and Hell. Heaven for the Good, Hell for the Bad.
Let's, for now, dare to look at Death in another way. In a more literal way.
Let's forget what we know about Death so far and look at it as a scene of nature.
Imagine that you are looking upon your grave.
You see yourself inside, in deep slumber. Comfortable. Sleeping.
Under the soft cool earth. It is not too cold and not too hot inside. Just pleasant and comfortable.
You lie sleeping as you hear the grass rustling above you. The sweet breeze caressing it as it moves. You hear it; whispering to you. Like a mother.
There is no today and there will be no tomorrow. There is no present as well. No time. No more deadlines, no more running after the setting sun. It is only an endless, eternal dream and you are in harmony with Time.
There exist no more grudges, no more hate, no more secrets and pain hidden inside. You are in complete peace with Nature. You are nature itself. Life has been forgotten and forgiven.
There is only the present and you are too lazy and deeply immersed in your peaceful dreaming to be aware of it.
That, my friends, is the beautiful side of death. When you look at it this way it actually becomes something not to be feared and instead becomes something to look forward to.
Imagine the condition where all of life's worries and petty little problems lie forgotten and (I know I have quoted this above a million times but I don't have any other suitable sentence to describe it) you are in complete harmony with this universe and became a part of it.
Quoting Jim Morrison:
"People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend."
In one of Morrison's poems (1978's American Prayer), he says:
"Death makes angels of us all
and gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven's
claws"
Don't fear the inevitable. Accept it and seek for the beauty in it. Even Death is beautiful.
Good Day!
So we deeply fear Death. What comes after death; we do not know. Therefore, it is in us human beings to fear the unknown.
God and His Holy Books speak of life after death. Of Heaven and Hell. Heaven for the Good, Hell for the Bad.
Let's, for now, dare to look at Death in another way. In a more literal way.
Let's forget what we know about Death so far and look at it as a scene of nature.
Imagine that you are looking upon your grave.
You see yourself inside, in deep slumber. Comfortable. Sleeping.
Under the soft cool earth. It is not too cold and not too hot inside. Just pleasant and comfortable.
You lie sleeping as you hear the grass rustling above you. The sweet breeze caressing it as it moves. You hear it; whispering to you. Like a mother.
There is no today and there will be no tomorrow. There is no present as well. No time. No more deadlines, no more running after the setting sun. It is only an endless, eternal dream and you are in harmony with Time.
There exist no more grudges, no more hate, no more secrets and pain hidden inside. You are in complete peace with Nature. You are nature itself. Life has been forgotten and forgiven.
There is only the present and you are too lazy and deeply immersed in your peaceful dreaming to be aware of it.
That, my friends, is the beautiful side of death. When you look at it this way it actually becomes something not to be feared and instead becomes something to look forward to.
Imagine the condition where all of life's worries and petty little problems lie forgotten and (I know I have quoted this above a million times but I don't have any other suitable sentence to describe it) you are in complete harmony with this universe and became a part of it.
Quoting Jim Morrison:
"People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend."
In one of Morrison's poems (1978's American Prayer), he says:
"Death makes angels of us all
and gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven's
claws"
Don't fear the inevitable. Accept it and seek for the beauty in it. Even Death is beautiful.
Good Day!
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