Let him go. He will find peace. My question to this obvious statement is: until when? And how do you really know? How do any of us know? Until forever and after is one of the most common statements we hear when we talk about love. But does forever and after also include, until forever in death too? Make this your pill for the day; to ponder over, to think about. Could we actually consider death to be the real infinity?
When I look at my mother, my sweet, loving mother, I know she is going to leave me someday. But does this make me happy? No. Does it make me sad? No. Does it make me wonder? Yes. It makes me wonder whether she will reach a world where they will have more of me, and everyone she loves. Or whether she will reach an endless chasm of dark and sparkly, until her next life. Oh, about next lives. What is your take on karma?
Is there really something like a next life immediately, or do we know of an afterlife that people live (or die) into, before they re-emerge to be another human being, the blessing for another set of loving parents. Many people say that if a dog has lived a full life, he is lucky enough to be born a human. Who decides these things? How many people do you know of having been through time capsules to really figure this out?
So this brings me back to: could death be the real infinity? I think so. After all, we do promise forever and a day to our loved ones. Why not forever into death? There could be a possibility that I die in a car crash, and at the same time, someone else on the planet faces an emergent death too; do you think we will meet somewhere together? Perhaps a levitating diner, where we enjoy over black milkshakes and black burgers (in all honesty, black bean burgers are quite an interesting choice)? Or will we float in a sparkly white chasm endlessly until someone plucks us out for our jury trials – obviously this someone is God, in every form, and the jury is the nicest people that exist, that died, and now became lawyers for the afterlife.
There’s a famous trio – the Judge, The Jury, The Executioner. It always seemed funny to me, these three titles. But now I understand – there’s God, The Good Guys and the Bad Guys. We’re just little nuggets stuck in between, trying to make sense of Life and how to live it. God guides us, tells us in inexplicable ways how to go about a task, the Jury is the good people in our lives. The ones that further guide us through right and wrong; the true direction givers. And then comes the executioners. They’re the bad guys of our lives. There is always an off chance that when you do something, there is someone somewhere that is unhappy about it. They will do things to reverse what you have done. Sometimes they succeed. Hence, The Executioner. Don’t kill me for this, it is just how I understood these titles; your interpretation could be way different from mine!
At the end of it all, the lives we’ve lived, the hopes we built, the people we loved, and the experiences we felt, all boil down to how our lives end. There is a forever. We just need to look at it in a different light. Why not replace death, with relief? Why not relieve the dark black, with shining light? We associate death as a deep colour, but we forget that white is our light; that gives us hope, faith and excitement. Happiness is an emotion that needs a lot, and sometimes nothing at all. Focus on the nothingness of life, and you will find a sliver of a smile on your face. Imagine leaving behind all the stress, all the problems, all the troubles and not having to maintain security for your belongings? Yes, now death seems like a pleasurable activity. Unlike the Egyptians that bury their loved ones with food, clothes and essentials; I mean who does that? Why do you want to burden someone that is happy to leave everything behind and just live a life of happy nothings? *looks around* Is it just me? I hope it’s not just me!
But really, think about it. At the end of it all, do you really want your burdens to follow with you into the afterlife? Can we die twice out of stress? No. God, I hope not. To live a life full of love and light, and to die having lived that life, is not actually dying. It is a life well lived, and carried on into the forever. Into the infiniteness of death.
So, while I sip my nightcap, I will tell you this. You may think of death as the end, but I think of it as a door open to another forever. I live my life one milestone at a time. There are no specific wants. The only one that exists, is to be happy. In whatever capacity. If I am truly happy in life, nothing can phase me; and death could only be the next exciting adventure waiting to be led on!
Written By Anisha Masand
Week 46, November ’20
