A Beautiful Death

Life is what we make of it.
The people we choose to connect with,
The choices we make,
The obstacles we maneuver around,
The plans that we lay out.

If there's anything that anyone knows about life, it is this:
life is the best of both extremes.
We laugh, we cry, we bleed, we heal,
we love, we lose, we go mad.
But we keep cheering for more.
It is a drug that feeds our very existence.

The people that have it, don't want it,
Those who are about to run out, yearn for more.

No scientist can predict it's longevity,
None that can prevent its end either.

Life is glorious,
It is wonderful,
It keeps the world spinning,
It is laden with emotions.

People often talk about what they want in their lives,
Or how blissfully happy they are.
But few ever talk about death.

Is it because we fear it?
Are we afraid our loved ones will succumb to it?
What if it takes us before we are ready?
What then?

What lies beyond, we do not know.
There is no certainty about death.
It is autonomous.
It is difficult to predict,
and impossible to plan for.

The life that we so cherish,
despite all it's glory and glamour,
Does have a sad ending after all.

It's called death and it is terribly unkind.
It rips apart your hopes,
It murders your dreams,
It brings sorrow.

And yet,
They call it "a beautiful death".
It makes you wonder doesn't it?
How something so awful can also be so serene, peaceful.
Perhaps it is because we know that they are off to a better place.

Why wait I say.
Why not use this life to prepare for the next?
If our birth was already beautiful,
then our death should be even more.
Death doesn't have to be our saviour or our escape.
It can simply be a medium.
To a place far greater than any man's wish.

Make this life a memorable one,
One that you can be proud of,
One that will serve you well for the next.

See with your heart,
not just your eye.
Talk less, speak more.
Hear less, listen more.
Judge less, trust more.
Curse less, pray more.
Frown less, smile more.
And all good things shall be yours.

This is your life.
You only get one chance.
Live it well.
Earn your beautiful death.