We were born to live, and the final destination of our life is death. Our body becomes organic material at the time of death, and our spirit disappears simultaneously. We are all living and walking for the final destination.
I am now 30 years old, and since I do not have fatal diseases so far, I will not lose my life soon, probably. Death does not exist within my territory both physically and psychologically. The news of someone’s death makes me sad and I feel sympathy for the bereaved family member especially if they are close to me. However, I cannot relate death directly to myself even when I hear such news.
I am currently living just to live, not to die. Some of my relatives are old, so they will pass away according to the natural rule of the biological organism. However, I do not know whether or not the death of my relatives raises my awareness of death.
Death means the end of life. No one can put back the clock. Though I am living with paying little attentions to death, I maintain one principle that I would like to feel satisfaction with my life at the last moment of my life.
Today, I heard that the mother of one of my friends passed away last night. In my high school days, my friends and I have visited his home uncountable times, and she kindly welcomed us most of the time. This article is dedicated to her.
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ReplyDeleteDeath is very far to me, too. As you said, it's difficult to imagine the death of myself from the experience of someone's death as well. Only once I became very conscious about my own death when I was a beginner driver and noticed I was driving to the other side of the road on a huge highway....
ReplyDeleteDeath exist at a different layer of my life. Someone pass away, and others are born and added to the human race. This is it, and there exist no other meanings.
ReplyDeleteHowever,some spiritual leaders put emphasis on the meaning of death, and some novelist including our Haruki Murakami depict and try to extract the meaning of death in his/her novels. I think it is difficult to express an universal meaning of death.
Driving the other side of the lane on a highway sounds an equivalnet activity to the suicide. My mental instability does not have an enough power to threaten my life compared to such accidental situation.