The Truth About Death

It appears that I have broken the cardinal rule of life: Instead of concentrating my time and energy on living, I have been concentrated on dying.

To continue thinking of and speaking of death is utter sin. Not only to your mother, your father, your family and your friends, and not only to mankind on the whole, but a sin to yourself. For how sane is the man that continues to put off life due to his constant dreaming of death? It must be questioned; you must be questioned.

I am a man alive, not a dead man. My beating heart, my busy mind, and my functioning limbs support how alive I am. Therefore, how am I able to talk about death with such conviction when I have not yet tasted death myself?

In truth, whilst my inherent nature demands a reasonable understanding surrounding the subject of death, in reality, my knowledge on the subject is far from worthy. No, I am unsure of what death is, what it looks like, what it feels like - and if you are alive, you do not either. All text which focuses on the experience of death is of the fictional nature due to the writer being alive at the time of composing. A dead man cannot write - he is dead and gone, no longer able to blink let alone hold his pen.

Life is short and full of mysteries. Nobody knows what Heaven and Hell look like, what they are, whom or what resides there - and if such places even exist. So, continuing to daydream about Heaven and Hell makes life even shorter.

We must regularly remind ourselves that at this very moment, there are thousands of people being born into the world; some strong, some weak, some healthy, some ill. Whilst it is fact that all of our days on Earth are numbered, some people will only get to experience life for a few hours, days, months, a couple of years at most - whilst others will be fortunate enough to live for seventy-years, eighty-years, ninety-years, one-hundred-years or more and will have tasted all of the flavours in which life has to offer. But even in the case of a newborn baby experiencing life for only a few short years, this is not to say that death is a tragedy - it is not. For the tragedy is in the perception one has towards death, not death itself.

Here, then, we should feel grateful for the stretch of time that we been given to live from the time of our births, and remain grateful for however long we will live up until the time of our death - keeping in remembrance of those who have been far less fortunate than ourselves.

Up until now, I have been busy dying; from this moment on, I will get busy living.

Thanks for reading.