I have not given death much thought. Denied my self the tears and the pain it might induce in my not-so-miserable life. I have never given it such a chance, not even deaths of certain people that mattered. I mourned for them, of course. But it takes only about a week or two and I would feel okay again.
But I read sir Stephen King's "The Green Mile" and my tiny wall gave in a little, evaded me for a while.
We don't come across a John Coffey in every corner or another. Seldom do we hear of true healers nowadays. And rarely will we have a 50% probability of living as long as boss Paul Edgecombe and Mr. Jingles.
With this in mind, I have come to the conclusion that no matter how lonely or abundant our lives are, which I strongly believe that either case a common ground holds, we have to be grateful for the people and things that come to share this mile with us.
We have to make it a habit, giving thanks, that is. A daily obligation. For any moment that task may be taken away from us. And an agonizing spirit we'll be if we won't be able to say what our hearts desire.
With death always lurking in the shadows, ready to grab us as fast as a green light blinks, being appreciative of our lives is not so hard a task to do. Do what you've always yearned to do, even if it meant being crazy and erratic and so-not-you. Say I love you, take care, sorry and I miss you, and mean when you say them. Tell them to those you care for, as if they come from a flowing river, endless, refreshing and cleansing. Strive to be joyful in all things that you do. Avoid negative vibes and never be a source of such. Smile a lot, laugh even harder. Make love to the one you love, for as many as you want, til your body resigns. Communicate with distant friends. Eat those that give you pleasure, sweat them out after. Pray and be faithful.
So that when death comes, you can go with him easily, peacefully, knowing that you have lived your life, knowing that you have made a full and contented happy life.
But I read sir Stephen King's "The Green Mile" and my tiny wall gave in a little, evaded me for a while.
We don't come across a John Coffey in every corner or another. Seldom do we hear of true healers nowadays. And rarely will we have a 50% probability of living as long as boss Paul Edgecombe and Mr. Jingles.
With this in mind, I have come to the conclusion that no matter how lonely or abundant our lives are, which I strongly believe that either case a common ground holds, we have to be grateful for the people and things that come to share this mile with us.
We have to make it a habit, giving thanks, that is. A daily obligation. For any moment that task may be taken away from us. And an agonizing spirit we'll be if we won't be able to say what our hearts desire.
With death always lurking in the shadows, ready to grab us as fast as a green light blinks, being appreciative of our lives is not so hard a task to do. Do what you've always yearned to do, even if it meant being crazy and erratic and so-not-you. Say I love you, take care, sorry and I miss you, and mean when you say them. Tell them to those you care for, as if they come from a flowing river, endless, refreshing and cleansing. Strive to be joyful in all things that you do. Avoid negative vibes and never be a source of such. Smile a lot, laugh even harder. Make love to the one you love, for as many as you want, til your body resigns. Communicate with distant friends. Eat those that give you pleasure, sweat them out after. Pray and be faithful.
very well said maam can. indeed, live life to the fullest:)
ReplyDeleteYODO(you only die once) :)))