I need to inform you on something and this isn’t going to easy for me to say.
Are you ready?
You’re going to die!
And and everyone you know. And so am I.
We’re all going to die.
A Funeral is no one’s idea of a good time. Death is frightening to think about. Even petrifying.
We’ve cooked up legends and myths involving the possibility of an afterlife in order to sooth our internal anguish.
I once read a report about a man who was celebrating his 113th birthday. To complete 113 years on Earth is a remarkable feat. And to have lived through dozens of pages of history is truly mystifying.
However, when asked about his diet, this supercentarian nonchalantly remarked that he lived on bacon and whiskey!
So apparently those so-called nutritional experts had their heads up their asses!
In contrast, one of my friend’s father was a complete health nut. He started every morning with a jog around his neighborhood. He meditated daily. He abstained from smoking and drinking. He consistently turned down sweets and sugery beverages. And being a devout Hindu Brahmin, he maintained a strict vegetarian diet.
He was physically-fit and handsome. He was often mistaken for being at least ten years younger. In fact, his appearance had earned him the admiration of girls who were his daughter’s age.
Unfortunately, a few years ago, my friend had lost her father to a brain aneurysm. He was only fifty-eight years old.
It seems that nature had done severe injustice to my friend’s father. The man had done everything by the book to maintain his physical and mental well-being. And yet, he was struck by the angel of death.
Meanwhile, a bacon-consuming hard-drinker had been spared from the threat of his own mortality! And he has no plans to change his diet or lifestyle.
Death is inevitable. And worse, death is unpredictable. A seemingly healthy person could drop dead before he/s reaches the age of 20.
There really is no enlightening explanation to console us. The only thing we can do is cherish life’s smallest pleasures and moments of joy. I know it sounds cliched and hallmarkish. However, we can’t dwell on the possibility of death. And I also don’t think we should invest our hope in a fanciful afterlife. After all, false hope will only drown us in delusion.
Death is the period at the end of a sentence. We may not know when it is come. But we know it’s inevitable. And the only thing we can do is say what we need to say before our sentence concludes with a period.