On Sunday, my Uncle invited one and all home to be part of Harmonizing Rituals meant for all the Gods he believed in.
On Monday, content & happy, he closed his eyes & slept for one last time. His spirit bid adieu. Body remained. Grief spread across the room.
Many would say, he lived his life full & was blessed to go before any illness made his final farewell painful.
Now, I've always remained unruffled about death and the departed, fully aware of what we call "That Way of Life" & that "We're here today & gone tomorrow". But it almost always splashes ice cold water on my hibernated busy life & makes me re-evaluate the real reasons to live.
Does it matter what I own?
Is it worthwhile being alone?
Do days I spent working really count?
Have my experiences in life been compelling & profound?
Are there people out there, who if I died, would really mourn?
Is there satisfaction within of having given & received selfless & unconditional love?
Has my gut feeling led me to travel the path foretold?
What of all things dreamed of, wished for, or wanted that still remains undone?
Will there be any regret that I might carry on to the other world?
Deviating from self, I wonder, Can I truly bear the loss of my very dear ones? - cuz that too is fated to eventually happen.
Now to snap out of this gloomy introspection, I do conclude that:
"I wish to live a life so crazy that dying will only be a befitting achievement rather than an expected end that is time bound."
Its true. "It's the life in your years & not the years in your life".
I hope this sacred lesson learnt stays on as a daily reminder, cause sooner or later, & sadly, the tangible things often conceal the intangible truth. Scary, that we move along blinded & consumed with petty issues that figure no where in the overall equation.
Uneasy. Not Okay.
Chethan Comet
Humbled SWYLTER
On Monday, content & happy, he closed his eyes & slept for one last time. His spirit bid adieu. Body remained. Grief spread across the room.
Many would say, he lived his life full & was blessed to go before any illness made his final farewell painful.
Now, I've always remained unruffled about death and the departed, fully aware of what we call "That Way of Life" & that "We're here today & gone tomorrow". But it almost always splashes ice cold water on my hibernated busy life & makes me re-evaluate the real reasons to live.
Does it matter what I own?
Is it worthwhile being alone?
Do days I spent working really count?
Have my experiences in life been compelling & profound?
Are there people out there, who if I died, would really mourn?
Is there satisfaction within of having given & received selfless & unconditional love?
Has my gut feeling led me to travel the path foretold?
What of all things dreamed of, wished for, or wanted that still remains undone?
Will there be any regret that I might carry on to the other world?
Deviating from self, I wonder, Can I truly bear the loss of my very dear ones? - cuz that too is fated to eventually happen.
Now to snap out of this gloomy introspection, I do conclude that:
"I wish to live a life so crazy that dying will only be a befitting achievement rather than an expected end that is time bound."
Its true. "It's the life in your years & not the years in your life".
I hope this sacred lesson learnt stays on as a daily reminder, cause sooner or later, & sadly, the tangible things often conceal the intangible truth. Scary, that we move along blinded & consumed with petty issues that figure no where in the overall equation.
Uneasy. Not Okay.
Chethan Comet
Humbled SWYLTER
