beautifully as that serene death that we all wait.
Death is a sign of worry. Death is a sign of curiosity. Death is a
sign of everything. Death is the harbinger of life, and unfortunately
lie too.
Why death is a sign of worry? whenever humans tend to talk about
death, imagine death in their mind's eye or feel that fake shiver (as
if they are actually diying – trying to experience death before the
real final shiver) that worrying attitude is the sign of death.
Death is a sign of curiosity because chatting about death with our
loved ones especially at a funeral reminds us that we humans are
animals of curiosity. We want to seek more, more what, nobody knows
but we want more, more of everything.
Death is a sign of everything indeed. As live can be called also the
sign of everything likewise death can be called so. How? Simply by
observing one fundamental fact that stands out in humans that
everything or anything that is living or dead goes throw a cycle,
cycle of life and death. Consequently, death shows it's reflection in
everything we own, everything we have, everything we see.
Death is the harbinger of life, with death new life comes. Plants and
animals go through the cycle of growth from single cell to death from,
I guess living too much.
Death is the harbinger of lies, in fact cruel but true. What death is
nobody knows? Is it just the scary thought we all want to get confused
by, or it is something we all should fear. What is the real truth in
death, is it true that death is a lie when religious part of the world
believe in after life. Why it is called death instead of after life
every time? Why it has been so difficult for people to understand that
death is nothing to be afraid of after all, this after all is
something far more beautiful.
Death is in fact, true but illusion filled with mystery and reverence
for people of religious and spiritual class, death is indeed a bold
statement lashed at human race with no mercy but yet called made us
humans to realize that it is a merciful act, for death itself is pain
and pain is act of silence; silence that will restore one's pride.
What death really is, I don't know?
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