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?
1 year ago