Death. The finality. The end all. The horror. The grief. The sadness.
We were ‘dead’ before we are born. Yet, we never give thought to this fact. We never wring our hands and wail over it. We seldom give thought to what were we before we were born or even conceived. The fact that we just did not exist before we lived does not seem to faze us as much as the realization that we might cease to exist after we have lived.
Death is shrouded not only in mystery, but in macabre and tragedy. We have absolutely no knowdge of what happens after we die – do we just shut off or does a part of us live on? We have absolutely no frigging clue. Yet, we are afraid.
Afraid of what? Why is there a basic pessimistic tragic assumption. Why do we assume its gotta be bad?
Birth and death are but the same in reverse. The body comes into being for a period of time and then ceases to be. If consciousness were to pervade beyond death, then it is logical to presume, that it preceded the body before birth as well. however, we are not conscious of anything before birth or after death. Therefore this state of consciousness is unique to this span of life.
Are we more than our body? Is there a so-called soul? If there was a soul and it existed before birth, and exists after death, there must be a state of being-ness we are unaware of, before and after life. However, no one has ever known it. Therefore it is quite inconsequential to our current life span. therefore its quite futile and unnecessary to brood over it.
Anyway, coming back to the original premise, why is death considered so morose and frightening? Death and dying are not the same. The process of dying itself, could definitely be painful, morose, and frightening. However death itself isn’t so.
No one in this realm that we call life, has ever known what lies beyond, and therefore it is quite inane to assume that it would be something unpleasant. In fact what lies beyond is probably beyond the realm of pleasant or unpleasant, of anything we experience in this life. It is not really worth brooding about for we will never know and do we even need to know?
For this life that we live has no bearing on death and death and thereafter has no bearing on this life.