From the comments I got yesterday, most of us are not too comfortable with death or worst, even to think about our own death. I’m not really surprised. How many times have I heard people say things like: “I don’t want to think about that!” or “We don’t talk about that…” Why? Why are we uncomfortable with it? It’s part of life, and it’s the only certainty we have on this earth (besides taxes), we will die. It is the only thing also that makes us all equal. No matter if you are a rich little princess, an ex-pop diva, a psycho bitch from hell, a good Samaritan, a poor homeless junky, that is the one thing where it does not matter, we are all the same: we die.
I’ve always been aware of death. I cannot say that it scares me. It doesn’t, really. I would rather say that it fascinates me, or at least intrigues me. I’m in no rush to find out what it’s about, but I’m sort of comfortable with it as well. A teacher of mine told me that we should live life in order to prepare our death. He’s right. If you look at it that way, it might change how you feel about it. You know it’s going to happen, so why not prepare for it? It’s like winter here. We (Canadians) know it’s coming and yet every year drivers are caught without their winter tires, just like this morning (we had out first snow fall today). Well, maybe this is a bad example, since it does come back every year, but nonetheless, we know it’s coming and we have to wait for the first snowfall to change our tires. Why is it that we always have to wait until the last minute? There’s laziness, procrastination, not wanting to do something we don’t really like, or simply thinking that if you ignore it long enough maybe it will go away. None of these works, we are intelligent enough to know that. Let’s face it; it doesn’t work for winter or death. And yes it sucks! We have to prepare those around us as well as ourselves; we don’t really have a choice. It will happen.
Remember a few weeks back I had posted that link to Professor Randy Pausch’s lecture on Oprah (the short version). I also have the long version, here. If you haven’t seen it, check it out, it’s worth your time.
I’m always surprised when I hear someone who says they have faith to be afraid of death. Maybe I’m not afraid of it, because I do believe there is something after death. Yes, I do believe in reincarnation. There is too much for it to be the end. Maybe it’s out of fear that I believe, but no matter what, if I was to go soon I wouldn’t be lying on my death bed thinking “Oh, I should have done this, or said that…”. I don’t want to go filled of regrets and wishes, I want to go full of love, happy memories and a sense of accomplishment. I’m working hard at becoming a better person, and every day I try to do well, or at least not to do bad or to hurt others. Some days are better than other, but at least I’m trying…
Image: Dying Dahlia