Hello Darkness My Old Friend

Death; Such a somber, melancholic and desolate topic of discussion. The word carries with it tons of negative connotations on it's shoulders, yet the immeasurable weight of this allegorical dark armor does not slow down the reaper one bit. No matter how severely people are traumatized by this phenomenon, or how terribly difficult it can make a person's life, Death happens all the same. Maybe that's because The truth is immune to one's feelings, maybe caring is a fallacy exclusive to humans, It's hard to say for sure. What we do know for sure, is that everything in this universe is temporary and death is coming for us all. It is the great unifier that takes everything back to where it came from, nothingness, and so the pendulum swings on.

Death is literally a part of Life

For those of you who don't know, a connotation is the feeling that a word incites in a person. It can therefore, by definition, be different for everyone. Personally, the word brings out feelings of excitement more than anything else, if not infatuation. Although I have not personally met anyone who is so cripplingly terrified of death on a conscious level, this fear does affect us all on subconscious and unconscious levels. It has therefore been a continuous goal for me to systematically deal with my own fears of death. I did this by changing my perception of Death. What helped was the simple realization that Life was a struggle. To live means to fight. Living entails that one has to depart on a grandiose journey of highs and lows of varying intensities. This can be excruciatingly exhausting when one is not in control of any aspect of said journey, hell, the way I see it, no one asks to be born. On the other hand death offers us a comfortable surety of nothingness in the cold indifferent abyss. 

This is a cover of a random online comic that I liked :3

Now sure, I can see how Death might sound like a scary and rather boring ordeal in comparison. But the only thing to Fear is Fear itself and let's not forget that there are way worse fates than boredom. A quick google search on human trafficking, slavery, racist eugenics and randomly skimming through any history book will tell you just how terrifyingly horrendous it can mean to be alive. So what is my point with all this? I know it's hard to believe, but I'm not endorsing suicide. I'm sorry folks but suicide is no solution because you'll be back before you can say "resurrection" (cuz there is no language or time in the afterlife lol theology jokes : P ................................................... I'M FUNNY OK?!!!).
The point is that you gotta accept the dark things in life before you can actually start to enjoy the bright stuff. 

Full form of Fear. Choose one.

I'm basically trying to make a case for loving Death as a phenomenon so one can appreciate life even more. Just because they seem like two opposite things does not mean that valuing one will depreciate the other because they are, after all, two parts of the same one thing. I love this particular idea that I read in a manuscript of an interview with Paulo Coelho at the end of a copy of The Alchemist in which he says, "I see Death as a sweet Mistress, always waiting by my side, wanting to caress me in her loving embrace. She asks me for a kiss and I say 'No, not now, for this world is transient and will pass by in a flash, whereas Mistress Death will always be by my side, waiting to grant me eternal, peaceful slumber.' " [:') I love that so much, I adopted the idea :')]
Another thing that I hope for, and this is pretty next level stuff I assure you, is reaching a point where death is so widely accepted that when people die, we celebrate their lives in parties for instead of morning their loss in funerals, which when you think about is, is super selfish, which is OK, but things can be better. I certainly sincerely hope that everyone who knows me, will not mourn my loss when I die, which would go against my beliefs, and instead find the strength within them to learn from me how to fully enjoy their own life and genuinely be happy for my peaceful ending.


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Changing The World

Why I write

Dream Manifesto