Death
How weird it is to think that you cannot see this person ever again in this life, a person you met, touched, smiled at, and talked to. You definitely remember them, but in boxes, in parts. You don’t wait for them, and you will not wait for them ever again in your life. Yes, they bothered you, maybe a little less or maybe a little too much. Yes, they told you something you still tell other people, but you don’t mention that it was them and now they are no longer with you. Death is the only thing about life that everyone accepts, no matter what. I mean, why not! There’s no one left to fight, there’s no one to answer your questions, and when there’s nothing, you have the space to embrace it without any second thought.
I guess death is the wisest of all; death is the only and ultimate truth.
Weird that one day everything belongs to them, and the other day there’s nothing. Where do the experiences go? Where does the sound of humming songs go? Where do all the tears go? We cry, we laugh, and one day it’s all silence nothing remains to be worried about. How does it feel to be dead? How does death feel?
I used to have death illusions, and I used to die every day in my dreams, and I was the one to cry for my own death after waking up from the nightmares. I have experienced death every single day and then lived it. Death is not something to experience people who see death experience death, and people who die there’s nothing left to experience. We suffer from death's experience when someone very close to us dies, and we see them vanish all of a sudden. We lose them; death steals them from us, and we don’t know where they go.
But I used to cry for my own death dreams, illusions of vanishing from everything that’s mine. But with time, I realised that death is not merely an illusion instead, this whole life is; and everything we think is ours… boom!! They are not! . Death was never an illusion, but I learnt it in a hard way that this life itself is an illusion.
Contradiction is there, conflict is still there, but all those nightmares and illusions are not worst that happened to me.


Death is closing eyes in this world to open in another. Our mind refuses to accept that and lives in perpetual pain. Death is the last stage of forgetfulness, when you forget everything - each act of kindness, love and also brutality, and you cease to live.
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