Death

Okay, I hope you guys liked the last post. I really hope you did. Anyway, this post is going to be very short and crisp (atleast that’s how I planned it to be when I started out), so rake in whatever I have to say.

The past two days have been, to say the least, eye opening for me. They’ve been days which I can refer to in the future as the days that substantially changed my way of thinking about the world. We’ve all seen movies, and we’ve seen incidences wherein people have these epiphanies that completely change their lives. I won’t exaggerate to say that I had an epiphany but it was most definitely a reality check.

I’ve always heard that life is worth living if you have your loved ones nearby. That every moment you spend with them is worth a million years of happiness. But whoever was intelligent enough to say the two lines above was stupid enough to ignore the quantum of grief, sorrow and emptiness a person leaves behind after his death. It is at these times, that each of those happy moments that you once savoured haunt you and never seem to pass.

Loners seem to be more at ease in such a situation. They never tend to stay attached to any individual anyway, so the point of their loss hitting hard on friends is easily minimised. But in all practicality, don’t we all just move on too easily? As in, leaving apart the immediate family concerned, the rest of us don’t really seem to be bothered by the tragic event for anything more than a few hours and think it best not to think of such events. We consign it to a corner of our brain that we regret to retrieve any recollections from. I truly believe the dead have more to teach us than anything or anyone else in our lives. “Learning from other’s mistakes”, right? Ever tried implementing it?

I just sit back and think about the transient nature of life, the pace of life consumes us so much that we forget to sit and ponder over the people who mean most to us. No, instead, we think about deadlines that we have to fulfil, things we have to complete. It’s always work isn’t it? The rational thinkers amongst you reading this will say, “Well that’s life, you gotta work to survive.” My question to you is, “Don’t you have to survive to work in the first place?”

I really think there has to be a better way to alter our lives. Consider this; we have to do something to become emotionally involved humans. How would you possibly feel (and no offence here) if on your deathbed you repent on being a human who never cared about the pain or the suffering on the hearts of the other human soul. Think about this.. It might just hit you, where you’ve been going wrong.