Being left behind is difficult; especially when the person leaving you is someone you know or love. Experiencing the death of a loved one brings a wave of sadness, regret and even guilt; and when it hits you, you drown. You drown in the what-ifs, and how different life is knowing that when you send a message to the person, you get nothing. Your life seems to continue the same way it has been but still different because one piece is missing. A divergence, a wall. As you live life, and you remember, you hit the wall again. Until you realize that the wall stays forever and is the reality. He is gone.
As much as I appreciate the people who cares enough to ask if we’re okay, to be honest i’m quite annoyed. Not at the person who asks, of course. But at the question. Because it’s very difficult to answer the question: “how are you doing?”. Well, life is the same as before except that now it’s different. Some days we’re doing fine, and some days we remember and drown in sorrow. How i’m doing now – to be honest I don’t know. These are the thoughts that run in my mind, so to go back to the reasoning why death is a gift – heck, it’s even difficult to look at the bright side of death.
But we must.
Because life must go on, if we can’t live for ourselves today, we must live for the persons who were in our lives.
Three reasons to ponder:
Death is a gift because it reminds us to treat everyone with kindness
People cry at funerals for several reasons – the most common of all is that you’ve wronged the person in the casket. And that’s okay because as humans, we are imperfect. We get angry, jealous, tired, pissed and even selfish. We often think of ourselves first – but then death reminds us that the world is so much more than ourselves. We need to think of the people around us, too. And that it’s not worth it to throw hurtful gestures because you’ll never know when your or his last minute on earth is.
Death reminds us to always be kind and to love – because life as we know it is short. And that’s a fact that we often forget.
Death is a gift because it reminds us that we are alive and how little our time is on earth
The clock is ticking. And we often forget about it. That there is a clock. That our time on earth is limited and that we are wasting our precious time on unimportant things.
If you had one day to live, how would you live your last day on earth?
I never thought of an answer to this question – because I’ve always thought of hustling until my body gives up – die trying to achieve my dreams. But now that I think about it, if it were my last day, i’d spend it watching the calm waves at the beach with my family – thinking of nothing, not chasing money or deadlines or dreams, just being with my family.
Death is a gift because it makes you re-evaluate your values or what you believe in
If there’s one thing I learned, it’s to prepare for my spiritual home as much as i’m preparing for my physical dream home.
I never had these kind of values. I wasn’t raised with a specific set of doctrine to follow. I raised myself through the books I read and people I encountered. No one imprinted on me a set of values to abide in life.
If life is a great teacher, then so is death – even better.
