Death in my context doesn't necessarily mean literal death by the reaper but if you think about it, aren't we all actually dying day by day? I do believe that something or someone is the cause of our daily deaths. You don't realise it enough to acknowledge it but in the end of the day, you sort of just feel dead. A piece of your psych does die like skin cells exposed to the sun. Do you feel that way?
It also got me wondering on death.
Why is it when someone passes, everyone, somehow feels the need to mourn the death of the departed? Is it because you were extremely close to that person during his days or is it out of spite, due to sociological factors that it is obligated we mourn a passing of a person? Think about it.
You cry your heart out at their funerals but you didn't express enough during their days on earth. Is it because of the guilt that you didn't appreciate them enough to be there and express your fondness or the empathy you feel for their family and friends?
Death is sudden and doesn't greet like an old friend. I strongly believe that if you do love someone or you care about them, give 5 minutes of your day or ask them out, trust me, it'll make it all better and if they do pass on, you won't harbour any last minute prep on what to express because all has been said.
"Is this the last words part?" he asked.
"Last words? Last words of famous people are my favourite. Churchill's, "i'm bored with you all." Joan Crawford telling her praying housekeeper, "Damn it...don't you dare ask from God to help me." Pancho Villa saying "Don't let it end like this, tell them i said something." Emily Dickinson's "I must go in, the fog is rising." Oh or Oscar Wilde, "Either that wallpaper goes, or i go."
In all retrospec, death is never easy and i'm not against being empathic to the departed but what i'm trying to say is that, before its too late do something about it. Don't forget to bring life in your soul if its becoming grim. Make yourself happy and it'll let reaper know to come back another day.
