Death, A Beautiful Life

Death, A Beautiful Life

Death, A Beautiful Life

One cannot bargain with death, and upon our last days we will see life more clearly than ever before. Where once we had fretted with the circumstance and gatherings of money, this item holds no place in our deep departing. We search in our minds for some grasp on a meaning before we jettison out, and always fall back to the love and connection in our lives. When trapped with the end, regret is a worse maker than death. 

We all die, this is how it is. Love becomes an unselfish medium when death approaches, its layers and walls of existence falling away. We look back upon lovers, friends, and family… hoping for them to all find happiness regardless of our part. Death is the great leveler of pride and ego. When we truly accept those thousand hands will never let go, and that we are doomed for finite years, certain aspects of life become far more important. 

We are fooled to believe that life has a destination, and some form of attainment. We are also fooled to think that we have a solid self. In actuality, there is no destination, or solid identity, but just a multitude of layering experiences which make up life, and who we are in each moment. The end game is death, it is rather a gruel reflection on our life, and in some cases, if we have done it well, a loving reflection. Regret, as mentioned earlier, is the worst offender of all. There is no deeply harrowing sorrow then to have lived a full life, only to realize on ones last day it was all for waste. 

We all fear death, but that is only because we are living life with the whimsical interpretations of our emotional reflections. Life and death themselves are not scary. Truly experiencing life, with an unaltered perception, is pure beauty. And death, itself, is not an end to life, but merely an end to our emotional sufferings. Life will go on without us.

But for now, we live, and as such have the opportunity to create experiences which are loving, connective and real. Often these emotional experiences are mistaken for pain, when in fact are more loving to the core. Like grief, often interpreted as loss, can also be the last act of love we can those we loved. Where there was deep grief, there was deep love. 

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