Is it really an end?

When someone close crosses the final frontier and bids adieu, when someone passes on, there are many unanswered questions left behind. Part sadness, part fear, part loneliness. We blame God. We blame the doctors. He could have saved him. They could have done something.

Why does death have to be something bad? Why do we fear it? At birth, there are celebrations, while at a funeral, everyone is so miserable. We don't realize that our life span is decreasing with every single breath, from the moment we're born. And why do we think of death as uncertain, whereas in my opinion, it's the only thing that's certain. We all have to die. So when someone does reach that final stage, he's completed his journey, and now it's time to rest. It's exciting, it's something beyond what we can imagine. So why fear it? Why not embrace it, and blow kisses to the world as we take the plunge?

The Circle of Life

It's that season of the year when you hear about most people getting ill or even dying. Guess it's just the cold that gets to you. Anyway, hubby and I were pondering over the purpose of life. He was sort of in a pensive mood...said what's the point of working your ass off when the end is the same for everyone. Everyone has to die, whether it's you, me, this man, that dog, Obama, Sonia Gandhi....you get the point. So why are we here, what are we doing? How can we decide what is good or bad, coz hey, it makes absolutely no difference to anyone. And if there is a God, why didn't he send us down here with a purpose. At least we should know what we're doing, and why?

I thought about it for a moment...I thought what is it that every single living creature on this planet does. And then it struck me. I looked at him and said: we're here to reproduce. We both burst out laughing! He said that's funny, coz God is then seriously making a fool out of us all. We just keep going round and round, in the circle of life, but when you look at it, it's nothing but a big zero.

Talk about having a bad day! *Groan*