A death

A death in a friends family, made me sad of course. But it was then I realized something about truth.

Truth often can be said with least number of words and perhaps even with long pauses of silence. Truth can be said without words sometimes too. Truth is simple yet powerful.

Death is a complicated, yet basic and profound fact of life, yet I know many of us haven’t comprehended it and some of us are forced to comprehend it due to someone special leaving us.

People generally have a prepared a mental agreement to face death, a death at very old age is accepted, a good death is almost cheered at  the old age, a sudden death at an old age is even accepted.

But all other death is scary and hits our depths and gathers all our fears and inequities.

Truth is I am scared of my loved ones death than my own in that context, shakes me to the point of sudden immense grief and immovability.  I can never be prepared, how can one be when they can love another. I am confused of my own end of consciousness, too hard to believe such a day will come. I sometimes want a warriors mind, like those in battle. Fate is decided only actions are left, and no one cares including the warrior. The strength and will is so powerful that death is just another action, perhaps the last act. Only actions are counted, remembered.