It is in the
loudness of life that we become comfortable in what we do and what we
think, it is in the ongoing commotion of never ending actions and
reactions that we lose sight of things. And even if we wanted to see
things clearly, it would be like trying to hear a whisper in a night
club.
We all become accustomed to certain routines, certain repetitive events such that our minds slowly lull us into a false sense of security, its the continual belief that everything will unfold accordingly; so far as our mind can predict the future to a reassuring degree. We fool ourselves into believing that certain things won't change, even if deep down we know it is not true..
This false belief keeps us going for a while, in our carefully planned lives, until we inevitably hit what can be one of the worse feelings one can feel in one's life; a sudden silence.
Its the kind of silence that leaves you stunned for a while, until the shock subsides;
Its a silence that allows us to focus, allows us to see clearly for a while, and all the commotion becomes just a blur and we suddenly know what is most important to us, and knowing that we will lose everything pains us.
There is nothing to do but to mull about the cause of silence, and to REMEMBER, aaah the memories, both cherished and hated, as they will forever be just memories...and none more shall be made...
This silence is felt like a wide gaping hole in your chest, as if a part of you were missing. And no matter how much you clutch at your chest, the hole won't get any smaller.
You can try to make some noise, to remove the instilled silence, but it won't work, it won't be the same, because that who has left, had their own sweet unique music that soothed you.
Now, things will never be the same, not with this furious silence.
The inevitability of death is only unconciously realised by everyday individuals. It is only really conciously realised when someone one knew well; loses voice, loses breathe, loses will...
When the music ends, and the ensuing silence pursues; it is sad beyond belief and you are at a loss...without hope, without guidance and prone to regret.
Death is something every individual faces in their life at one point or another. It seems to creep up on you and surprise you out of your everyday routine. Forces you to ponder on your own life and what would happen if those around you left this world. It is sadness and sorrow that dominates your apparant feelings but fear is also there. Fear because of the unkown, what foreseeable future you had calculated is all but torn and everything is different. The unkown bores fear into everyone and it is this that makes it so much harder for us to deal with death.
Death is sad. But it should not be entirely so, it should not eclipse our purpose. It should not overshadow our being. It is a natural part of our life and it must be accepted. We must understand however, that death is not the end, but another beginning. Just as well as a baby is born into this world, so does another person leave us. It is all but the same door. Only one entering and one exitting.
Death is hard to deal with when we are so attached to life. It is hard because we develop this attachement and make it so. It is hard because we choose it to be so. For it to make sense...we just have to let it all go, and realise that we are not the body, but the soul! That whoever has passed away has progressed only a step further towards being with God, and there can be nothing better than that =)
We all become accustomed to certain routines, certain repetitive events such that our minds slowly lull us into a false sense of security, its the continual belief that everything will unfold accordingly; so far as our mind can predict the future to a reassuring degree. We fool ourselves into believing that certain things won't change, even if deep down we know it is not true..
This false belief keeps us going for a while, in our carefully planned lives, until we inevitably hit what can be one of the worse feelings one can feel in one's life; a sudden silence.
Its the kind of silence that leaves you stunned for a while, until the shock subsides;
Its a silence that allows us to focus, allows us to see clearly for a while, and all the commotion becomes just a blur and we suddenly know what is most important to us, and knowing that we will lose everything pains us.
There is nothing to do but to mull about the cause of silence, and to REMEMBER, aaah the memories, both cherished and hated, as they will forever be just memories...and none more shall be made...
This silence is felt like a wide gaping hole in your chest, as if a part of you were missing. And no matter how much you clutch at your chest, the hole won't get any smaller.
You can try to make some noise, to remove the instilled silence, but it won't work, it won't be the same, because that who has left, had their own sweet unique music that soothed you.
Now, things will never be the same, not with this furious silence.
The inevitability of death is only unconciously realised by everyday individuals. It is only really conciously realised when someone one knew well; loses voice, loses breathe, loses will...
When the music ends, and the ensuing silence pursues; it is sad beyond belief and you are at a loss...without hope, without guidance and prone to regret.
Death is something every individual faces in their life at one point or another. It seems to creep up on you and surprise you out of your everyday routine. Forces you to ponder on your own life and what would happen if those around you left this world. It is sadness and sorrow that dominates your apparant feelings but fear is also there. Fear because of the unkown, what foreseeable future you had calculated is all but torn and everything is different. The unkown bores fear into everyone and it is this that makes it so much harder for us to deal with death.
Death is sad. But it should not be entirely so, it should not eclipse our purpose. It should not overshadow our being. It is a natural part of our life and it must be accepted. We must understand however, that death is not the end, but another beginning. Just as well as a baby is born into this world, so does another person leave us. It is all but the same door. Only one entering and one exitting.
Death is hard to deal with when we are so attached to life. It is hard because we develop this attachement and make it so. It is hard because we choose it to be so. For it to make sense...we just have to let it all go, and realise that we are not the body, but the soul! That whoever has passed away has progressed only a step further towards being with God, and there can be nothing better than that =)
