DEATH.
everyone fears death. everyone fears dying. death signifies the end. the end of a life. so i would assume one fear death because one fear the end of his life. but whats so fearful about ending a life? because when you die. you go alone. you leave everything behind. your monetary possessions. your PSP. your ipod. your friends. your family. maybe people cant imagine living without those things. then again you are not going to live ever again. so if you take a death breath and think about it maybe there is nothing to fear about at all.
no wait. maybe you fear the pain. death can be painful. or rather dying can be painful. if you die a slow painful death. maybe (touchwood!) due to a disease. bedridden, slowly eroding day by day as the sun rises and sets. nobody wants to die like that. everyone hopes to have a peaceful, painless death.
but i think there is more than that to the story. people fear leaving others behind. the fear that you would never see your loved ones again. never going to sit together at a table, laughing during dinner. never holding hands while walking down the street with that special someone. it is this bonds that makes it so hard and painful letting go, dont you think?
the fear of the future. the fear of how others would be after your death. would they be okie? hoping that they stay strong and continue to live on. hoping that they wouldnt be too sad and take your death too hard. hoping that despite your absence they would still be doing fine. that uncertainty of the future about how your loved ones would do without you there taking care of them anymore. not being there anymore for your little sister as she grows up. not there anymore to pat on her head when she burns the midnight oil. not there anymore to stand up for her when anyone bullies her. not there for your parents to support them when they need you the most. not there to wipe off their tears when they grieve over the lost of their beloved child.. not there to be the pillar of support for the family that you hold so closely to your heart. not there anymore to give a helping hand when your friends needs help. not there anymore to laugh at their stupid jokes..
the fear of being forgotten. will they still remember you when they grow old and their hair turns grey? memories fade and people forget. thats the harsh truth. people forget even when you are still alive and kicking man. let alone you lifelessly sleeping in a coffin. it's kind of sad that people whom you hold so closely to your heart just forget about you due to old age. it's not their fault. this is just one of the torments of time.
on the other hand, there would be the fear of not being forgotten. the fear that your loved ones would never get over your death and not move on. like your family and your closest dearest someone.
ultimately it's the fear of losing control. losing control of everything. because a dead man cant do shit man. what happens after your death is beyond your control and you can do nothing about it. people can cry and you can never be there to console them. people can laugh and you can never be there to give them a suckerpunch. people can fall and you will never be there to lift them up again.
but when people die, it doesnt just stops there. footprints are left behind. in the hearts of others. for some, maybe the footprints are left on a sandy beach which disappear over time when the wind blows. but for a handful, your footprints are casted in stone. left there forever, in their hearts.
and, my dearest friend, it is this handful that really matters, isnt it?
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