Life is unpredictable; it can be 4, 54 or 104 years long. But what is the point of having it, if is going to end one day? Death is inevitable. Then why are we constantly in a battle against time to ward it off? Why the medicines, diet regimes, and security from micro bacteria and terrorist attacks?
“Till death do us part…”
What is the point of love and devotion, of caring and sincerity, of vowing to stay together, when cruel death will ultimately ruin it all? Perhaps, we were not meant to have any attachments with the world? Why would I inflict such grief and turmoil upon someone – I would not! All the experiences of life would fade away, would they not, at the sight of my coffin?
My parents died – but I am because of them. My heart aches for them, I grieve and cry. That day I felt as if the world had ended. I wished to die, as they had. I rebuked death, for snatching them away. But they gave me the most beautiful memories and experiences and as I live, they live on in me.
And till I live, I too will create memories for myself and for the people around me – I will experience life. They will experience life. I will go places and visit people; I will help, advise, console and help. Thus, my life will affect theirs.
Perhaps that is the purpose of life? To be a part of other people’s lives? The people we leave behind are left with our memories, and what better way to celebrate memories than to gather together and remember them? Funeral Directors are experienced in supporting those who are left behind, ensuring memories are not forgotten as we gather for the funeral of a loved one. Richard Stebbings Funeral Services for example are a family-run service that provides the utmost care and compassion; they understand death and ensure life is remembered.
Life Is Beautiful
Life is beautiful, though. The hot summers of beach side BBQ parties, the autumns of pumpkin spice lattes. The winter, with all its cold majestic might, of warm firesides, snow ball fights. And spring – is life reborn – when Mother Nature dances and sings! I remember the first Easter alone in a new city, my first Christmas after my wedding, and the spring my daughter was born.
But, if I have to die anyway…
Death circles, shadows, hovers. It waits in the corner of the operation theatre, at sharp turns and in wild forests. Death goes up once in a while to look over all the mountains, and goes down into all ravines. And whatever it fights, death conquers – and that is the purpose of life.
Half Of The Fun
Death is longed for, much waited, by the poor ever-suffering souls. Their lives reduced to nothing but grief and pain. They wish and call upon it for mercy. Death is hated, rebuked and even dreaded by those who wish to enjoy life just a bit longer – wait, death, wait.
Now you may raise your eyebrows and sigh, but just for a moment, appreciate the cruel paradox – Life is beautiful, and death is too. With life come beautiful experiences and moments of joy and happiness. With death comes fond remembrances and the realization of the value of life. Without it, life would not be half as much fun.
The point of life, dear readers, is death.
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