I know it's one of the grizzliest topics I could've started my blog with, but I felt it was something that has been on my mind that I wanted to write down.
Death has been haunting me recently. Not directly but around me. Friends have been attending funerals. A chap I'd not seen for a long time bumped into me on the street and revealed he was a victim of cancer. I have even lost a friend to grief, he hides away and does not communicate with his friends to an unhealthy level.
And yet, when I sit in the local cemetery, I feel a great sense of peace. A sense of rest. And I came to question what death was. For me it is a concept. I believe there is an afterlife. I've experienced a lot of inexplicable things when growing up and it makes one get the impression that there's more to life than meets the eye. Perhaps a science not yet discovered or maybe something beyond the capabilities of the scientist. So... death. What is it? I don't know. I would see it as a passage to another form. But many see it as an end.
Is death an end? Physically it can be. The body is burnt or rots back into the earth. Spiritually? That depends if you believe in such things. I believe in the spirit, the soul. Why not? If it doesn't exist then it doesn't matter. But assuming it does exist then it is something to care about.
So I came to a conclusion.
Death is what you think it is.
I think it's one hell of a relief from life. But I am far from ready to die.
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Death follows us everywhere we go. He's our constant companion, reminding us why life is not to be taken for granted. Life is there to be lived, for it does not last forever.
I'm a believer in souls and spirits myself. I used to be a christian until I opened my eyes to everything else in the world. I detest people who have a single closed mind and focus on their little boxed world of rules and religion. They make up reasons why they can't do things. I dont call that living.
These days I believe the world, the universe of time, moves in patterns. Everything that happens does so for a reason, and is meant to be. That isnt to say that our fates are sealed. What happens to us occurs from our own choice and decision, which causes ripples and effects throughout the whole world.
When it comes to death, I dont believe in heaven or hell. That's just made up nonsense like the boogie man - to keep the population under control through fear - tyrrany, if you like. I'm a more positive thinker. I believe that when people die they're soul, their very being, scatters into millions of peices and becomes part of the very dust that moves with the turn of space and time. The people themselves are not gone. In physical form maybe, but they become part of something greater. It's a bit like star wars and the Force, although not quite the same.
Much of my belief stems from an old Time Lord philosophy, along with the King Maker. "People do not last but they are never truly gone for they live on in the mind and who can kill a thought that was never real?"
When people die, or have cancer, it is painful to us, yes, but it pushes us into thinking a certain way. Death influences our very actions and decisions. It makes us put aside our fear and embrace bravery, urging us to do the things we so desperately seek to do; make a romantic gesture, tell someone you love them, or even (as Bill Bailey once suggested) lunge wildly at the Pope!
Death is just as wonderful and fascinating as life. One way or another, it keeps us all alive.
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