Death is a release;
A form of escape into oblivion.
Death is a milestone;
of a life well-lived.
Death is the feeling
of something suddenly cut short.
Death is regret.
Death is the end of one’s use
in the world.
Death is a triggering
of the path to heaven.
Death is meeting God,
and the promise of eternal life.
Death is the end of a Hollywood movie,
or the subject of it.
Death is a memory,
faded into grey stones and black and white.
Death is tears and smiles;
and runny noses.
Death is solitude;
six feet under.
Death is being judged,
by Osiris.
Death is the end of the road,
however windy or smooth.
Death is macabre,
yet inevitable.
Death comes as a friend,
for those who respect it.
Death is the precursor of life,
the condition of its existence.
Death is a collection;
of fleeting thoughts.
Death is a comma,
not a full stop.
We die a little everyday. //
Months ago, I asked a group of people in my network to describe what death meant to them. The responses are varied. Some feared death, some were extremely sanguine and resigned to it, and many saw it not as the end, but the start of something eternal. For others, it was a celebration of life, a destination that one will eventually arrive at the end of a journey well travelled.
Above all, it was cultural. Death has over the history of human civilization, taken on a variety of forms, interpretations and worship. It has also become the fodder for moviemaking and storytelling.
At a personal level, my own mortality is something that I have come to terms with, that my time on this earth is temporal. We will eventually leave, and all we will leave behind are the memories we have created, shared by those we created them with.
If memories are all that we leave behind, let us aim to create good ones, filled with positive, altruism and above all, respect.
In this regard, we will all live, long after we’re dead.
