Death. It’s just like the Spanish Inquisition

Death.. it’s one of those things. Doesn’t matter how many times you’ve experienced it close in your life, how many times you’ve helped people experiencing it closer to their lives, how much you’ve studied about it or learnt to accept it….. when it comes, it can always ignite that tingling sensation in your stomach.

I don’t know how other people feel or react to death, but from all the experiences I had with death in my life, I only see 2 choices on how to deal with it:

  1. you swim in tears and snort for a couple of days, re-passing good memories in your mind, regretting, lamenting, complaining, feeling that life is not fair, that nothing will ever be the same again, …
  2. you thank that soul for what it did here, for how it marked your life, for what it taught you. you think about how fragile life is, how you or someone else close to you can be next. you think about how precious each second of your day is… about how each word you utter can ultimately be the last thing you ever have the chance to say to someone, before they are gone forever. and you think again on how are you using each minute of your day, each cell of your body and all the strength and infinite possibilites that you can be, that you can do… as life offered them to you when you were born. and suddenly you just want to be an even better person, because one day it will also be the last one for you. and it’s never to early to be everything that you came here to be.
I’ve been sticking to the 2nd.
«Than Almitra spoke, saying, “We would ask now of Death.”
And he said: You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life? The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond; And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity. Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour. Is the sheered not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king? Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling? For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink form the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.»
~ The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran
Just to finish with some humour…

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