Of death and dreams
Meanings are revealed in cusp, in transition. It was as usual a lonely evening walk. Roads were deserted, it was unusually late for evening walkers. Last shadows of the sun had disappeared. And the mind was thoughtless. From that zero, that nothingness, something sprouted. “What if I die at this very moment?”
I felt a strange sense of calm, at this finality, at this thought that came so effortlessly, without any sense of joy or loss. A peaceful surrender to life! And mind came alive. Yes, I won’t have any regrets, no complains to life, to death. I was floating in the fluid of life, its essence. I did not know how and when I reached home. Almost, in a trance.
When is the right time to die? When is the time when we realize all our dreams and aspirations? What prepares us for death? We do not know. We do know death as a liberator, the only end to the journey of life. Yet, so many misgivings for life, hence, for death.
Meanings are revealed in cusp, in transition. It was as usual a lonely evening walk. Roads were deserted, it was unusually late for evening walkers. Last shadows of the sun had disappeared. And the mind was thoughtless. From that zero, that nothingness, something sprouted. “What if I die at this very moment?”
I felt a strange sense of calm, at this finality, at this thought that came so effortlessly, without any sense of joy or loss. A peaceful surrender to life! And mind came alive. Yes, I won’t have any regrets, no complains to life, to death. I was floating in the fluid of life, its essence. I did not know how and when I reached home. Almost, in a trance.
When is the right time to die? When is the time when we realize all our dreams and aspirations? What prepares us for death? We do not know. We do know death as a liberator, the only end to the journey of life. Yet, so many misgivings for life, hence, for death.
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