Congitationes Meæ in Morte

What is death, really? Is it a mere loss of someone or something near and dear to you? Or is it an unexplainable force that no one could ever fathom? For me, it is none. I believe we are not in idiocy to not know what death is. Yes, the strong emotions of grief, remorse, hatred and guilt are there, but how deep can someone explain what death is?

Death is an inevitable phenomenon that even the most powerful people in the world cannot control. No one can ever tell on who dies first or last, or the exact moment. Many people die of various reasons; lives are taken helplessly and hopelessly when all the people who love and surround you with their care and comfort want nothing more but your survival.  Sometimes even the healthiest people, the ones you least expect to leave this world early, are the ones visited by death and taken away forever. Selfish, at some point, when your body needs the necessary rest it requires (in death's case, an eternal one), yet people still want you alive and prolong your agony for their own benefit (to say the very least). Humorous  how the people who want to continue living exit the world first, whilst the ones who want it to end continue their existence. This is one thing I might never understand until I breathe my last. What would be the excuses of the many? Reasons to live? Some mission they have to deliver for the betterment of the world? The fanatics of such might need to reassess their arguments, because some people leave the world with their so-called "reasons and missions" are left unfinished. Time is not a factor, though. Timing is. There is a difference between dying when people expect you to be dead and people finding out your death and instead of grieving are quite frustrated about it.

Death is an eternal dreamless sleep that shivers in silence, only awakened by the sounds of wary souls. Once your body and soul separate, it can no longer be reunited. The stories in books about its idealistic reunion will always remain a fairy tale for children and adults alike. Reincarnation is also questionable, because humans, animals and plants, though living organisms, have different spiritual abilities. Figuratively rhetoric, I wonder how death will feel like. Will it be slow and painful or at ease? If it is food, how would the taste be? Would it taste like bread and marmalade or a pungent tuna cocktail? Would the scent be that of a garden of flowers or likened to a graveyard of bones? Would we see a light filled with plains, hills, fields and the rest of paradise, or drown in darkness filled with horror, abhorrence, disgust, fright and confusion? I could go on asking these rhetorical questions, but I would never have the answers gripped if I have not yet reached the point of my last breath.

Ah yes... Death. A mystery that everyone wants to decipher and decode yet no one wants to experience. An event that can either bring everlasting joy to one person and unending solace to another. One day, when the timing is right, I shall learn them myself.