The subject of Death comes to my mind. Not so long ago, I got the news that my cousin has passed away. She’s a young lovely mother on her early 20’s. Thinking about death usually bring this shiver and bad memory and thought of mine. My mother passed away about 15 years ago and the memory is still living strong in my mind. She’s been in very difficult condition for sometime and apparantely it just getting worst by the day, it became difficult to watch it all. When she passed away, it feels like unreal… all the emotion was too much for me, if I look back now, it seems that I wasn’t ready for such a huge emotional experience in my life.
Another episode about 3 years back bring me to witness when my aunt was dying. All her children was there accompanying her, she was there giving her last wish to each of her children, it was still difficult for me to watch. But there was a voice inside me that tell me not to look away. To rather observe the process and bring infinite care and love. That it is where life ends, and the ending helps us to interpret the beginning and everything in-between.
One friend said:
"Life, you see, will lie to us—it doesn’t want to lose us, and will tell us things last forever, that individual actions have little importance, and that tomorrow is as good a time for action as today.
Death knows better. It whispers that if we love, we need to express that love today. That if we have hopes, we need to formulate those hopes into plans, and act upon them today. If we love to dance, or sing, we must dance and sing today…tomorrow is too late."
I should agree that the most important time that we have is ‘NOW’. The future is not yet come and the past is already gone.
Another friend ask this question:
"what would you do if you only have one more year to live… ?"