Contemplating death and the shroud around it makes me feel peaceful. Death is only a problem if one can't let go of this life. As if one's life is actually theirs to begin with. It is a current that we temporarily ride, nothing is set in stone. In some ways, this subject I call me is already dead. But, I understand it makes many feel frightened. I feel more saddened because of certain others I love dying, mainly my close family members. But, in my heart I know that it is for the best. For things to blossom, they must sometimes perish first. Regeneration and decay go hand at hand.
Last edited by UnbornBuddha; 09-15-2015 at 10:32 PM.
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