There was a time in my life, when I was also afraid of death as others. It frightened me casually. It was apprehensive to even think about it, forget about accepting it.
But as I grew up, became more cognizant about the rampant uncertain events around me and around the world, I realised that death is not a nightmare, it’s indeed one of the biggest realities of life on this planet.
Death is that certain thing, which we know is going to occur. It is going to take place. It is bound to happen. As humans, why should we be afraid of things whose occurrence is duly destined and will occur at its appropriate time.
Maybe the after effects of death threaten us more than the mere death. The end of your survival story, the love of our closed ones, the aspirations of life. But all these attachments and responsibilities can never be bigger than a truthful reality. All these are part of general aesthetics of survival. If they start with life, then they should end with life considerably too. No big power can overcome this truthful fact. Death becomes easy if we accept it, in its true nature. With no fear. With no doubt.
Some experience death very early.
Some experience it late.
We can’t control fate.
Therefore, let the time flow with its ease.
Cherish those ephemeral breadth and fulfill the purpose.
Death will come when life will wait.
Sumankumari 