I started writing this about a week ago while waiting for my biopsy results. In face of possible cancer, I've been thinking a lot about death and how it's the only certain thing in our lives. Yet somehow we strive so hard to ignore its inevitability. My results came back negative (although some precancerous cells need to be removed from my body) but still, I have to wonder - how long before death comes for me too? Is the state of dying something we should actively explore through learning about experiences of others?
This was very hard-hitting and poignant. I really loved reading it.
Death scares us, and I think that's why we ignore it. We cling to our daily routines because they keep us safe, but eventually we all succumb to death. That's what my poem "Leaving the Cemetery" is about.
Your sole guarantee, even before you are born, is to die. This is a fate that everything from the top of society downwards faces. It's such an interesting topic - our own deaths. We don't know when we will die, how we will die, or even if our death's after effects. You may be dead and live in some afterlife (that is, if you believe in religion) or nothingness, but you still cause influencial consequences even after you die.
You may be mourned. You may have a task yet to complete. You may even have a family to leave behind. And Death will forever keep you from those after affects.
It's interesting how many people concentrate on the influence they cause during their life or by their death. Why do they matter? They do not affect you after death so why care? Is it the fear of not mattering at all that makes people think how they affect others? Or is it something else?
I think it's due to human human attachment and grievance. While it's it's true that we probably won't give an f once we're dead, but those last moments of death are what we are afraid of. What our legacy will be like. What is it that we leave behind.
I know that some people are probably kicking themselves before they die because of things they did or didn't do. Things that could have been. Things that were never meant to be. It kind of like the conception that you relive your entire life in your final moments of life.
yes I agree with you - it is those last moments that can become "heaven" or "hell" (to put it in a Christian terminology). That's why I think somebody should prepare us for the final moments, to appreciate them for what they are. A good look at yourself. It should really be the most important spiritual experience of your life. With fear, it becomes wasted.