I think about death a lot these days. No no , not in a morbid way or in any self-inflicting manner . But rather I am trying to understand and come to terms with this much-avoided but ultimate reality called death. This morning as i browsed over what i call "my newspaper", i happened to stumble upon a blog and a post. Both of them, extremely poignant and soul-stirring, were related to death, in a very positive and inspiring way.
The post was from a friend, who had lost a life-long partner, and yet, for whom, life had to go on, for the sake of her children and for herself. It is a story of strength and patience, of pain and lonliness, and of, achievement and victory ( if i may use the last word). The post found its way silently and strongly into my heart not only because it was so moving, but because it spoke of so much strength, of patience, of love and the will to carry on inspite of the unwillingness; that life carries on, has to carry on and knows no other. Somewhat reminds me of the strong and silent mighty Brahmaputra that wreaks havoc in the simple lives of the multitude that looks up to it for strength and succour; yet it flows without a flinch, without finish.
The other was a blog, again written by a friend about death of a loved one and the painful realisation that death really doesn't takes away whom we love. They are forever in our minds and hearts. It was written straight from her heart and found its way into mine, perhaps because we both had experienced death of a loved one. But the beauty of the piece lay not only in the longing and the pain, but in the eventual realisation that the loved one lives on in the heart, and we should cherish the happy moments spent rather than on the sadness of the physical separation.
I am glad that my day began on a positive note. I am quite often chastised for thinking negative thoughts but today i commit myself to dwell on all things positive; to cherish what i have and not fritter my thoughts away on the frivolous. To not fret about the little things because life will continue any which way. Life is so much more than that. It is about living every moment and cherishing what we have and hold. Let's say Amen to that.
The post was from a friend, who had lost a life-long partner, and yet, for whom, life had to go on, for the sake of her children and for herself. It is a story of strength and patience, of pain and lonliness, and of, achievement and victory ( if i may use the last word). The post found its way silently and strongly into my heart not only because it was so moving, but because it spoke of so much strength, of patience, of love and the will to carry on inspite of the unwillingness; that life carries on, has to carry on and knows no other. Somewhat reminds me of the strong and silent mighty Brahmaputra that wreaks havoc in the simple lives of the multitude that looks up to it for strength and succour; yet it flows without a flinch, without finish.
The other was a blog, again written by a friend about death of a loved one and the painful realisation that death really doesn't takes away whom we love. They are forever in our minds and hearts. It was written straight from her heart and found its way into mine, perhaps because we both had experienced death of a loved one. But the beauty of the piece lay not only in the longing and the pain, but in the eventual realisation that the loved one lives on in the heart, and we should cherish the happy moments spent rather than on the sadness of the physical separation.
I am glad that my day began on a positive note. I am quite often chastised for thinking negative thoughts but today i commit myself to dwell on all things positive; to cherish what i have and not fritter my thoughts away on the frivolous. To not fret about the little things because life will continue any which way. Life is so much more than that. It is about living every moment and cherishing what we have and hold. Let's say Amen to that.
