i am going to another funeral tomorrow. the mother of a colleague passed away. the forth time cancer hits within my circles this year.
all of a sudden the topic death is all around. so present. and it feels foreign and unknown. which connects instantly to my fears and uncertainties.
but after all, it is not for nothing we say all those clichés like ‘life is dynamic’, ‘the only thing which we know for sure is death’, ‘seize the day’ etc etc. we said them so many times that we created an inflation of their value, and most of the time the death stays far away on the horizon until the sky falls down over our heads and we can’t believe it happens and we won’t believe it will happen again and we rather keep it over there, on the horizon,as long as possible so that we can do our little thing down here as if we will live forever and ever.
what i am trying to say is that death is neither foreign nor unknown, unless we chose to put it in that far away drawer which is not allowed to be opened. the pandoras box of death. with a huge
piratescull and a ‘open at your own risk’ sign.
and i might sound like the fluffiest hippiest weirdo, but i feel i somehow need to embrace death because all the other ways are not doing any good. by embracing death we will embrace life and vice versa. am i on the right path here?
and what has the oranges and my little baby plant and a stack of christmas presents got to do with it? well nothing or perhaps everything cause they are all a part of life just like death and i think this subject will drive me slightly mad if i don’t admit that, so i decided not to censure and not to just share with you the happy go lucky side of life.
phew. that was all for now. please stay healthy.