But, we lack to understand that assimilating life without the inherent urge to covet is a plausible road to enriched living and an unknowing pilgrimage to death. Mechanically, we prepare for death everyday-ridiculing it or boasting about how selfishly it consumes the prey. So how do we prepare for it? Though we do frivolous stuff to ward it off like visit to the soothsayers or keeping ‘havans’ or arguably make health a temporal feast to gorge on by purging in a series of multi-vitamins and syringes to have the optimal perfect body the perishable body, once smitten to the dust of the feet would be incontrovertible and inconclusive. Our obliviousness to what is left behind is how death surfaces life to be the greatest disillusionment.ĭeath does come without knocking. Who has the reason and power to defy the paradoxical death? It swears by its imperfection to create a perfect timing to tide away our longing, unfulfilled dreams, the crest of happiness and the symphony of the flute that did not stuck the right chord. A toddler playing insouciantly in the middle of the road stuck by screech of a car blown to death in a blink of an eye describes the fallacy that any charm is not long-lived the breath violates every norm to detangle itself from the clutches it is supposed to hold for a defined period. Lying in the wealth of happiness, far away from our turbulent existence is a bullish storm that sees no apparent day or season to pull us away from the ironical subtleties we live by. The fact that we choose to find solace when subjected to the trajectories of our bedeviled emotions and conspicuously lock our mind proves that a final closure needs to be peaceful, away from the ephemeral pantomimes and scourges. In this short life, we try really hard to live but fail to recognize that though imperceptibly, we are moving towards death. We still live, every breadth, an anatomical clout with no miscalculated emissions, giving a final blow to grasp the Machiavellian death.Īre we ever ready for death? Presumably ‘No’ we don’t want to be, anyways who wants to bite the dust when an acclaimed license to live life is proffered at our table every day? ‘Death will eventually come, but life is short, live it’, a staccato played by the luminous morality of the mind trying to be judgmental on the immorality crusade. Everything it beholds paraphernalia of happiness, glory, perfidies, unrealistic temptations and unchaperoned insecurities, almost everything becomes a sine qui non to lead life. The day we are born, we see life and subsume it. We dismiss death as if it does not exist theories to live life are many but to embrace death are negotiable.
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