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Death is like a blunt knife that was once sharp, now doing more damage than good to everyone. It's not a bold black, but amonotonous grey, lifeless. Death has no life, no happiness, no laughter, no joy, no fullness. When a person dies, nothing happens and everything starts. Nothing in that person's life works anymore-clothes, handphone, diary, clock, blog-just because that person will not be using it again, like he or she usually does. Call it an end, if you want. Everything that surrounded the person-who is now gone-starts. The death arrangements, the mourning and the crying, the condolonces, the bitter tears and the hidden emotions all come out to play. When I die, I don't want people to mourn. Mourning is meaningless. Everyone has to go someday. I'd rather people remember me for who I was then regret the times we could have spent together. Things may be gone forever-laughter shared, relationship bonded, etc, etc-but the only place a person you truly love (and vice versa) lives on is in your heart. Close enough to hear the whispers of silly secrets, close enough to feel the heart stinging when it's broken, close enough to tap on it.
So, what do you think about death?
1 comment:
Life comes in packages - and Death is part of it. But of course, we get to decide if we want to experience the Second and Eternal Death. Talking about death makes me think of dear, old Keats.
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