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You ever consider value of a life? Why we here? Probably these questions appear, when we receive news, we would not receive, passage of the uncle, the favourite aunt, the spouse of the friend which has died for the wrong reason. I am not assured, that I trust me when I justify news, saying, that is a life circle.
I do not do a habit to reading of columns of the obituary in the newspaper, but sometimes I read about strangers. Many have tested the long and full life, brought to a society in the meaning way, were visible within their community. I think, how much proud their family should be, I also imagine harm and a grief which they test. I read about the 42-year-old old father who has conceded to a cancer and leaves behind the wife and two children and it is interesting, as it is fair. My heart is ill, when I read about the small child tragically killed as a result of accident as my eyes are filled with tears.
I not the stranger to death. It frightens me, and I do not deal well with it. I find death emotionally suppressing. It is damaged, compassion, grief, a pain, sympathy to love, all slid together which makes attacks as a tsunami.
I have lost friends to high school to accidents, drugs, and illnesses. I saw on own experience influence on a family when their young daughter has committed suicide. As so many other things, I have told good-bye to relatives only after they have gone.
I do not know why I’m which the death so influences. Not, that I think of all it time. Probably I subconsciously am afraid of loss of the parent, the native brother, a member of a family. Probably I am selfish, the coward who does not wish to die.
Young men seldom think of death, they by the occupied living life as though they are unrestrained. Old men tend to prepare for death and to accept a case as natural and inevitable occurrence. Experience and the validity have moderated their emotions. A grief and harm still there, so reflexion about positive aspects of human life. For some their biggest anxiety - if they live the friends who will visit their funeral.
Probably this growing old process will help me to become less sensitive to loss not only those, I love, but also to those I only read about in the newspaper. I am grateful, that my fear before death more than is compensated by my passion to a life. Thus it should be.
So, where this discussion of death a beret us? It could have up to the end a trip, or the beginning new depending on your beliefs. If you should have a tombstone, what it would read? Here we have returned to a question, what our mission, our purpose, our purpose? One honour could read, "Here puts the fair person who cared of people round it, dear others and had positive value in lives of everything, it has faced." If we assume, as we want, that others remembered us, it could provide a valuable compass to help us downwards a life.
In the fine world, probably caring and understanding it could be stretched well out of our community and our country. Imagine the general obligation based on desire of the truth, justice, the world, and mutual respect.
We cannot do much about death. We can influence very much a life - our own and others. |
