O Death
Death itself is a beautiful thing.
Death has always scared me though because it’s so uncertain. Even when people die and come back, they don’t have a concrete description of what it’s like on the other side - or no side for some.
I’m personally terrified of the uncertain. Which trickles down into other aspects of myself:
Religion
Relationships
Occupation
Fun
I’ve lived such a cautious & “safe” life, that I’ve missed out so many opportunities I’ve had to really live.
Death itself is a beautiful thing.
The concept of death is so fascinating to me because so many things can die, and in some pretty out-of-this-world ways.
Death of the body
Death of the mind
Death of the soul
Death of the ego
No matter what your beliefs, death is never something to be feared, but embraced.
Death is the control. Living is the controlled.
Recently, I found out that a previous coworker of mine tragically passed away, and I wasn’t as phased or affected as I thought I would be. It wasn’t that I didn’t like her; she was an incredibly funny, energetic, and overall enjoyable person to be around during our time together. What I’m grappling with is the feeling that in her untimely death, she has left behind a significant legacy. Yet, it still makes me ask some deep and introspective questions:
“What was it like?”, “What’s she thinking now?” ,“Is she still a she, or an it?”, etc. etc.
I appreciate death like the dark, it’s terrifying but so exciting.
“Dying is easy. Living is hard.”
