Saturday, July 23, 2011
Death, Attitude, and LIfe
When you've got to go, you've got to go....
I've been thinking about death. Alot.
I think this comes from getting on the dark side of 40. My parents are aging, all around me senseless events seems to invade the lives of many people whom I care about. Death, violence, accident. Sometimes people die from these events, sometimes not. Always I feel the brush of what's coming.
While I can't control death, I can control my attitude toward it.
When I was a little boy, I was afraid of death. Like many children, I was afraid of the dark and all that it implies. I outgrew that point of view when I understood that the world existed beyond me, that everything I see is real, not simply a stage set constructed for my pleasure and edification. Since then, while not exactly happy about the idea of death --- I want to be here a good long time; there's great stuff to do; barbecues, sex, sunsets, hanging out with my nieces, music, theater, the list is endless --- I somehow have come to understand that my ceasing to exist as I am is not a tragedy of epic proportions.
I've come to feel that death is a process to be faced with humanity and compassion. I need, for my self-respect and the comfort of those I love, to be brave as I approach the dark.
I also know from my minimal dealings with the dying that there comes a point when the soul lets go. I saw it with my grandmother. I remember the moment; she chose to leave, to let go. Where she went is, your guess is as good as mine.
I once had a friend (who is now dead and gone) who said "life is for the living". I try to stick to this maxim to the best of my ability. I feel I didn't begin to fully live until I hit my early 40's. It feels of critical importance to me that I love the remaining time I have left. Since what comes next is a mystery, I stay focused on the now.
None of these thoughts are new to me. What is so striking to me is how similar all our thoughts are when we are faced with the ultimate unknown, "the undiscovered country" to coin a phrase.
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3 comments:
This is beautifully written, Alex. I wish I could feel the same value for life as you do (and most other people) - but am too dark right now. I'll come back in a few days and feel better, I hope.
Death really is a reminder of how precious life is. I believe that life is a gift from God. I guess that's why I often quote the biblical verses about loving God first and loving one's neighbor. These verses put into perspective the way we should try to live.
I am at the same point of ponderance in this stage of my existence. You have articulated very beautifully the thoughts and sentiments I deal with everyday. Kudos, Alex. This piece is brilliant!
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