Death : The Mighty.

This apparently is the first time I am going to talk about death. This surfaced from the grief of losing a good old friend to the Aussie soil & it got extended into a philosophical channel in a span of overnight. Nostalgia was at peaks when I was walking down the lane close to my work place to fetch cigarettes for myself. The same lane, where till yesterday, we shared chai-companionship; smoke-silliness.

This is just temporary or perhaps I'd like to believe it that way. It'd be too coarse to digest if it turns out to be intimidatingly permanent. 

My thoughts zeroed down to Death on parallel with the cigarette I was killing. He is just a good friends, he just migrated to another country in the name of good, which itself is proving out to be unbearable for me. Everything seems conspired against me these days. Letting Go two most important people of my life in one day. What do you say? Wouldn't that be too harsh on you? Inevitably, I have only one choice; To Live Through It. So, I am living through it.

So coming back to death, How Death is mighty? I'd rather adopt a simplistic view here. Death is the most obnoxiously scary thing as well as the ultimate freedom on the other hand. Its just the way we look at it; I tend to go with the latter.

We, the humans are bestowed with the burden of living through, until it occurs to us to carry us along with it to the unseen worlds. I totally eradicate the prospect of fading away in between. Either to stay back silently among the ashes or to rise like a phoenix; the only two choices.

I've made up a theory yielding a benefit from death. Every other reluctance, apprehension, inertia fade way palpably in front of the mighty death. We prepare ourselves for the death, all the aforementioned appear miraculously stupid & tiny. That, obviously leads to the most important leap- Initiative.

So be prepared to experience the ultimate freedom - You'll live through in Style.