i am thinking about death. a lot. lately. i had periods like that as a child. when sometimes i could not fall asleep at night cause i started thinking of my parents dying. or my grandparents. and i wanted to stop everything, stop them from driving to work, from crossing a street, from getting sick.
and recently, as i get older, so does everyone around me. and naturally, death comes closer.there were so many stories, the last few weeks. an old friend from school, the father of another friend, the dog of a third friend… inevitable, we will all have to face death. how come we are not more prepared? it is too far, too taboo, too un-dealt with. we know it will happen, but we never know how or when. one of the greatest surprises of our whole existence, might be…
maybe it would help us just to talk more about it? how we see it, what we fear, what we would like to happen before and after our deaths?
in the tibetan book of living and dying, there is a quote that goes: -when we die, we die.-
yep. just as easy and difficult as it is. not more and not less.