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Posted: May 31st. 2012 3:27:02 PM
Perplexities and Lessons of Death
Age Group: Adult
Perplexities of Death.
Death is a great teacher. Teaching us to take stock of what we have and its importance to us. Showing us what is of value and what are just vain minor unessecities that pointlessly obstruct our goals and shade us in a blanket of egotistical despair of which it holds no purpose or no hope. No reason and no real valued outcome. It merely takes our time. Our precious time we savour every last moment of when we lose a close one to us. How we saviour each moment, word, meeting we had and shared with a dear one we will now longer get to do again in this life. How we often wish for a moment given back to change something, some word we said or didn't say. How we wish we could take back the time we said 'no' when really it should have been 'yes.'
Death gives us the gift of value and of worth. We learn what goes when someone passes. Friendship, love, family, intimacy, a person to share with, a person to 'spend time' with, a soul, a spirit. One that has shared freely and by their choice, a part of themselves with you. A gift, a free gift, but one of the highest value.
Loss. The overwhelming sense of loss. Knowing that it has gone and gone, so gone. Never again. Gone.
Regret. A wish to have changed and done something differently. The 'what ifs' start to crop up in ones mind. But you lose power for the inevibility to change. You become powless. Stripped of ones power and control. And this is a very tough realisation. Then your defenses break down, as you realise your walls are no longer made of strong iron but only now of tears. And down a river of emotion they flow.
Guilt, anguish, guilt, anguish, you feel bad. You didn't do right, you should have done this, you did this wrong, how selfish, why didn't you do something? Why didn't you say something? Why? Why? Why?
The realisation that you only did what you felt at the time and hindsight is another rock on the path distracting you. It means nothing. You cannot change what 'has' happened. Only what will happen from this moment on.
We feel alone. Cold, trapped in our own world and shut out from everyone else..... Yet isn't it death which teaches us that we need to talk, to share, to be, to give, to take, to share, to share. To let down our guards, as they are only of emotion anyway. Death is a constant promise. A consistent fate which we all share and all experience in so many different ways within our lives. It is something we all know, and will know.
It's up to ourselves to learn and translate the letters on our page. For me it's to make the most of our experiences. And it's often the hardest and most bitter and painful that bring us the brightest lessons. Then I realise to share and help and hope to ensure there aren't regrets any further.
Realisation your time is precious. Your gifts are precious. You life is precious as are all. Our highest values are held within the safehouses of another and those around you.
The lessons of death.
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