DEATH | A REFLECTION

What can I say, that would be more inspiring than what has been previously said? As I reflected on death, in the surroundings of the small chapel at Kutna Hora, I remembered so many wise words. The bones were bare. The sockets of the skulls watched my every move. My own feelings came before me, and stood in front of me, unblinking. I am ready. Every day, I am ready to die, and this is why: I feel that I have lived every moment to the utmost, and I have no regrets and no attachments. I am content, happy in the fact that I could die tomorrow.

I think it is important to talk about these things - to reach a point where you can accept that waiting white hand. For, as the fear of death fades away, so does an apprehension towards truly living! Let me explain. We fear death, so we do not speak of it. We do not think on it, or only in our worst daydreams. Not in the bright sunlight of the world. And thus, the person who thinks not of death does not reflect on the fragility of life - how precious it is. For, life hangs on death and vice versa. If we become our mortality, then we can appreciate life everyday, and decide what it is we want from that day, and from all the days we have left. To stop just-getting-by, and to start living in each moment is a momentous change!