When I think of death, I dont think of tears. I don’t think of blood, or worms, or rotting bodies. I don’t think of heaven, I don’t think of hell. I don’t believe humans should think of death as an end, but rather as a beginning.
I think…Death is the renewal of magic in the air, the renewal of Mother Nature’s children. Death doesn’t hinder a person, it only changes them. They’ll never be the same again, but they’re still there, because once you’re here, there’s no where else you could go.
Think of death as energy. Energy is neither created nor destroyed. It’s in a constant cycle. When people die, they were neither new nor did they live. We are all of the same backbone, and when we die, we return that backbone into the earth, for another to use, another life to continue,another life to begin.
In order for the human race to continue, space must be made, and there’s no other way to do it other than with death.
And death isn’t racist. Death isn’t biased. Death doesn’t give a damn if you’re black or white, yellow or red. Death doesn’t care if you had an education. Death doesn’t care if you never got married, never had children, never turned 18. Death only sees a number. That, is the saddest part of death.
But in saddness, you will find happiness. In every disaster, there is a speck of gold,waiting to be uncovered, to shine a warm light over your heart and renew your faith. And after you feel death come and steal from you, remember that it’s only doing it’s job. Instead of crying over the dead, over something that could never be undone, look around you. Open your eyes to the happiness of the world; The vast,myserious,and blue oceans. Caramel colored puppies. Cotton Candy. Sunsets of tints.
People die everyday, and nothing can be done about that. What is most important to learn from death is that the living must continue, must move forward with valor, face the dark villain some day in the future, and try to accomplish your purpose for making that first loud cry, that first,sweet wink.
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May 14, 2009 at 9:43 am
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.