What
is the worst kind of death that a person can face?
Don’t
tell me death itself is worse. I don’t believe so. Death makes things beautiful;
she makes us more aware, makes us understand the value of time that we have…
this I would say is for another day!
Now
coming back to the topic in hand, what do you think is the worse form of death?
Cancer?
Hearth attack? Death by torture? Accident? Or just plain old shot to the head?
Albeit
being painful, all the above-mentioned forms I would say are a blessing. Now,
you would think I’m inconsiderate to the sufferings of the above. I would say
suffering is a choice. You might be hurt but, do you want to suffer with it? That
becomes the most important question we fail to ask ourselves.
The
worse from of death I believe is by making a person believe that his/her life
has no value anymore. Taking away everything they love, pushing them to the
brink, and blaming them for choosing from a platter of rope, sleeping pills or
blade.
Suicide,
yes you heard it right. Now, don’t start telling me it was the person’s choice.
Really? Did we give them other options? Did we see beyond their fake smiles and
perfect lies?
What
are we as a collective society doing when so many people no longer value their
lives but are miserably failing. How did we reach here?
It
all begins with not paying attention to yourselves, your surroundings, your family and your
friends. We are all just too wrapped up in ourselves that anything outside the
jurisdiction of “ours” we just don’t care. We don’t have the time neither the
patience to see as to what is right in front of us. Even when we see, we see it
through tinted lenses, our own version of it. We are not ready to take that
extra moment, to give that extra space for the other to open up or be
vulnerable. Yes, everything material is important is life but what would all
those mean if there was no life?
With
the technology around we are so much more connected, but do we honestly communicate?
How many of us still believe crying is for the weak? How many of us have this obsession
of being right always? Being right… being strong are all boxes that we put
ourselves in. what.. do you want to exist in pieces in these boxes, when you
can live as a whole... being wind, water or whatsoever you want?
Pathetic
are those you know, who just live with their mental imbalances daily Blessed
are those who just go one step further and put an end to it or their life.
We
are always trying to fit into something... belong somewhere... but why? When we
have mother earth with us all time? Why can’t be learn to be with ourselves
first and then teach others how to handle us. Why can’t we give enough space for
all to blossom.. both a lotus and a venus plant. Yes, the two are very different,
one is a epitome of grace and the other a parasite but they both are flowers in
the end na? can’t they exist as they are?
If
we only keep wanting the lotus blooms, imagine how it would be? The same flower
every where .. gosh.. I don’t know. We are also not ready to accept anything different
from the mold because honestly, we don’t know what it is or rather how to
handle it. Fear, is the first emotion we face when encountered with the
unknown. We are not ready to give them
the space to grow and to expand and just be.. but rather want to extinguish them.
Somewhere,
some wise old man once said... what is know is a handful, what remains unknown
is like the ocean. It’s not like we haven’t seen it. But we have not paid
attention to it. There are many flowers in the world that are blooming. Aren’t you
all curious to see what they are? Yes, its scary in many ways .. the unknown. But
aren’t you tad bit curious to see how this will pan out?
It’s
a brave new world.. but do we have the patience and the love to steer through
it?
