Every time I hear of somebody’s death, life seems to lose its meaning. When somebody dies, be it my relative or a friend or any known ones, life stops for some time. If it is only with me or with everyone else, I am not sure.
When we hear about it on news every day, it does not make much difference to us. It looks like we have become used to it, as if it is a part of life. We are indifferent. But when it involves us, we are disturbed or moved.
What is death? We are busy carrying on with our activities forgetting that we too have the same destiny. Why do we need to do what we do? What purpose? Why do so many things when all is meaningless? Why so many do’s, don’ts, should’s, shouldn’ts, must’s, mustn’ts, need’s, needn’ts? What is the point of all these when ultimately everything and everyone is going to perish?
All of us have a limited time in this world. Nobody exactly knows how long—might be a few years, months, days or hours.
We smile, cry, weep, laugh, love, hate, betray, get angry, cool down, get scared, get devoted, feel brave, get surprised, get disgusted and so on. Then one day, a person once we knew, loved, hated, betrayed, felt angry upon dies. So what was all the response for? We spend much of our time in trivial matters, things that have no significance. When you get to know about somebody having only a limited time, how would you treat that person? You transform, after you become helpless and after going blank.
Death is an end. It is the silence. Words lose their value. It makes us wise and less spoken. It creates a vacuum. When you are haunted that you might be the next, then you grow wiser and quieter.
However, we need to move on keeping this reality on one side. Our lives should continue. The bad news takes us to our land, to our level. We realise our worth, our helplessness and powerlessness in front of death.
To all the departed souls—may you be happy and at peace wherever you are!
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