Death has appraised us with it in some way.
It hits us differently, depending on how closely associated we are to the one that died. Sometimes it devastates us to a point where a piece of us seems to have ended with them, as in the case of the loss of someone close to us. Other times, it fails to touch us at all or we’re able to move on soon enough, as in the case of the loss of an acquaintance or a total stranger.
Despite death being a sure shot reality, there is a prevalent aversion to talking about it. We feel encouraged to look forward, move ahead, and be optimistic. Unsurprisingly, we consider discussing the end negative.
Are we conditioned to avoid confronting this absolute truth called death or could it be something innate?
If it is innate, and survival being one of the tenets of life, it doesn't make any sense to entertain the idea of death, imminent or distant. And yet somehow, we feel responsible for the ones we might leave behind. Taking out insurance, writing a will, and leaving a legacy behind are a few things we do to ensure our loved ones are taken care of financially and materially after we are gone.
However, there is a profound power in adopting death into our philosophy of life. The knowledge of our imminent death can give us clarity, forcing us to re-evaluate our priorities. Our daily existence can become more meaningful when we appreciate the world around us like there is no tomorrow. We might even get to sleep without regrets.
Even so, we should never stop dreaming about the future. I'll conclude by saying, 'Death signifies life, so live yours to the fullest.'