Death Stays With Me

´╗┐Death Stays With Me

Death is always there, watching us, laughing at us at times when we think of this world as our forever home. It always keeps itself at a small step ahead of us.

Last night, as I lay down in my bed, my mind automatically started bringing all usual thoughts about my whole day before I tried to sleep. Suddenly, the idea of death hit me as I deeply reflected on my day; most of it consisted of negativity I had felt towards others. A chill went through my body when I imagined myself awakening in my grave, covered in a shroud and then realizing that my entire life was nothing but an illusion. I felt death so close that I feared turning on my other side as the angel of death might be standing there for me. Nothing had ever scared me that much.

The biggest paradox of one’s life is DEATH, so inevitable yet seems so uncertain. The gravest reality yet appears like a distant concept as people often talk such as He was so radiant and full of life or she lost her life at such a young age because we think that death sets its paws on those with wrinkled skin and whose hair has lost its pigment. Whenever one loses a loved one, death appears to him/her like it is standing just next to him/her. The feeling remains for some time but vanishes as soon as one gets busy again in worldly matters.

Death is not supposed to be considered the opposite of life, but an essential part of it. A bridge connecting the two worlds, a passage to enter eternity from the realm of the mortal world. Still, man often pushes back it to the back of his mind as it’s a far-off idea but that does not alter the reality about death, for Death is always there, watching us, laughing at us at times when we think of this world as our forever home. It always keeps itself at a small step ahead of us.