Death - the Liberator
Instead of fearing death, I now understand it. I accept it. Really. I am now aware of its presence all the time. I know he can barge in at any time again, as an uninvited and detested guest who can easily pass through closed, locked, and shielded doors. There is no fighting him. He always wins the battle at the end. So, why fight it? Just be aware of its real presence but try your best to live a full life, despite the ending. Why? Because life is an experience with unlimited possibilities and scenarios.
There is so much to see, hear, taste,
touch, feel, say, and do in a lifetime that one should not waste any moment
worrying about death. Life should not be
taken too seriously either and simply should be enjoyed, for whatever it is.
The death of Shahdi has liberated me from worrying about trivial issues of
everyday life. I am no longer bound by social obligations to do this or that. I
am much more relaxed and don't take anything as seriously as before. Only life
or death events are worth getting worried or anxious about. The rest will work
themselves out whether I get nervous or not.Instead of fearing death, I now understand it. I accept it. Really. I am now aware of its presence all the time. I know he can barge in at any time again, as an uninvited and detested guest who can easily pass through closed, locked, and shielded doors. There is no fighting him. He always wins the battle at the end. So, why fight it? Just be aware of its real presence but try your best to live a full life, despite the ending. Why? Because life is an experience with unlimited possibilities and scenarios.
Most importantly, I was
somewhat liberated from the boundaries and restrictions of a type A personality
by realizing that there are many different ways to live and enjoy life. Neither
going to college in pursuit of a high-paying job is the guarantor of happiness,
nor skipping college and following your dream, whatever it may be, is the
guarantor of failure in life. The best experiences of life are most cherished
and valued if they are shared with people we love: family and friends. Beyond
that, nothing is worth it. By the time we are converted to dust underground or
in an incinerator, we will only be remembered by people whose hearts were somehow
touched by ours. It is not our financial capital which would be important long
after we are gone, but the social capital we left behind. Objects can be
replaced but a kind loving beautiful soul, such as Shahdi’s, is irreplaceable. Once
such treasures are lost, they are never attainable again.
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