Death is on everyone's lips, at the back of everyone's mind, the only thing that is truly certain in life. Death is there when you read the newspaper. It's present in your subconscious, when you look both ways before crossing the road. It's there when you pick out a cigarette, when you put it in your mouth, when you take the first drag until you're down to the cigarette butt. Whenever your heart skips a beat or you feel pains in your chest, the thought of death looms.
So tell me what happens if you stop looking both ways before crossing the road? What happens when you take drags without thinking about anything at all? When the pains in your chest stop becoming lethal and just become a way of telling you you're still alive?
A lot of people fear death. I do not. Death is certain. Death is a stage of life. Death does not lie, it does not beat around the bush, but death is also fair because we all get the same fate. Death is a key factor to humanity because it reminds the arrogant and those with a God complex that we are all human. Death has nothing to do with karma, you cannot evade death, doing good deeds will not make you live longer. Death is less deceitful than your best friend, which is perhaps where the fear of it comes from.
How does it make you feel to know that one day you'll open your eyes and you'll be somewhere else? Or perhaps not open your eyes but more expose your soul to somewhere better. That one day you'll rise in your most basic physical form and there won't be anymore pain. It'll be like the prettiest painting you've ever seen, like the most captivating book you've ever read, I'm not talking about heaven, or about hell, but about something bigger than us, something beyond the comprehension of the human body and mind. Science can tell you a lo about the body and the mind, but not about the soul. There's a reason why we feel, why we are sensitive, why we love, why we hate.
I've considered candyfloss trees, grass made of pizza, vodka rain droplets and cigarettes that grow on flowers. It can all seem so immaculate in your head sometimes. It almost make life here seem dreary and dull and you forget to live because your obsession with death becomes a new way of life and while its fine to debate about the afterlife and what it beholds, you must remember to live. You must be Michel from L'immoraliste "Je veux vivre !"
I haven't written this blog because I want to die. I'm perfectly content living my life until mother nature decides to smother me and swallow me in her stride. I just think death is a taboo, it's feared, it's not talked about, and that's why I feel it is imperative we talk about it, no matter how morbid the thought seems.
How does it make you feel to muse over the idea of haunting someone? Tell me, if there was someone on earth who had mistreated you, would you make their life hell or would you help them to prove to them that you're not the awful human being they thought? How would it be to watch them in their darkest times at their peak? Would you feel joy? Would you want to reach out? Does it make you paranoid that someone perhaps haunts and watches you in your darkest times? They know your secrets, every tear you cried, every mistake you made. That could be you one day, too.
Did you even ever think about death? Was death ever an option for you? Obviously I cannot ignore the suicidal thoughts my readers might feel from time to time. Perhaps you don't want to die by committing suicide, you just want to disappear, you want to be missed, you want to see what people say, what people do, if anyone who pushed you to it stands up at your funeral and pretends that they loved you, or even if someone who pushed you to it stands up at your funeral, falls to their knees and yells "nooooo!" in a dramatic turn of events.
It won't happen. You won't know if you're missed. It's better to stay alive and give people hell instead of calling it quits. Once your dead your life on earth doesn't even matter. Your soul is elsewhere, your body is six feet under. Sure you might be somewhere happier, but that doesn't mean you won't be alone.
As aforementioned, death is a stage of life, it should not occur prematurely. You must live. Oscar Wilde once said "to live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all." It's true. Most of us do just exist. We cruise through life and don't seize a lot of opportunities then we wonder why we want to facilitate our demise.
Seize everyday and stop wishing you were dead. Nature decides and nature grants you with what comes after death, but until then, live life on earth and remember you are loved. To exist is not enough, you must have ambition, you must have drive and you must always keep your head in the game (excuse cringeworthy High School Musical quote).
I've considered candyfloss trees, grass made of pizza, vodka rain droplets and cigarettes that grow on flowers. It can all seem so immaculate in your head sometimes. It almost make life here seem dreary and dull and you forget to live because your obsession with death becomes a new way of life and while its fine to debate about the afterlife and what it beholds, you must remember to live. You must be Michel from L'immoraliste "Je veux vivre !"
I haven't written this blog because I want to die. I'm perfectly content living my life until mother nature decides to smother me and swallow me in her stride. I just think death is a taboo, it's feared, it's not talked about, and that's why I feel it is imperative we talk about it, no matter how morbid the thought seems.
How does it make you feel to muse over the idea of haunting someone? Tell me, if there was someone on earth who had mistreated you, would you make their life hell or would you help them to prove to them that you're not the awful human being they thought? How would it be to watch them in their darkest times at their peak? Would you feel joy? Would you want to reach out? Does it make you paranoid that someone perhaps haunts and watches you in your darkest times? They know your secrets, every tear you cried, every mistake you made. That could be you one day, too.
Did you even ever think about death? Was death ever an option for you? Obviously I cannot ignore the suicidal thoughts my readers might feel from time to time. Perhaps you don't want to die by committing suicide, you just want to disappear, you want to be missed, you want to see what people say, what people do, if anyone who pushed you to it stands up at your funeral and pretends that they loved you, or even if someone who pushed you to it stands up at your funeral, falls to their knees and yells "nooooo!" in a dramatic turn of events.
It won't happen. You won't know if you're missed. It's better to stay alive and give people hell instead of calling it quits. Once your dead your life on earth doesn't even matter. Your soul is elsewhere, your body is six feet under. Sure you might be somewhere happier, but that doesn't mean you won't be alone.
As aforementioned, death is a stage of life, it should not occur prematurely. You must live. Oscar Wilde once said "to live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all." It's true. Most of us do just exist. We cruise through life and don't seize a lot of opportunities then we wonder why we want to facilitate our demise.
Seize everyday and stop wishing you were dead. Nature decides and nature grants you with what comes after death, but until then, live life on earth and remember you are loved. To exist is not enough, you must have ambition, you must have drive and you must always keep your head in the game (excuse cringeworthy High School Musical quote).
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