Death, I believe, is the greatest reminder of life.
I don't know about you but the idea of death soothes me. It gives me a sense of time, like nothing else.
It tells me, in desperate times, that all that I'm going through, will one day be over. That sorrow is not immortal. That the pain, will pass away with the passage of time. That one day, my last day, my last moment, I will look back upon it. Simply look back it, as a thing of past. And no matter what, one day, it will all be over..
In happy times, death reminds me, the tale of pain. and that despite that, happiness is possible. That one day, it ceases. That it will be okay.
The idea of death also makes me restless. It tells me that time is running out. So if I have a choice to make, the time is now. The choice to make it, somewhere. The choice to do, something. It makes me think about that last day of my life. What if I look back and I see nothing achieved. Nothing conquered. Nothing built. Nothing made. It makes me restless. It makes me, yearn. It makes me, live. It makes me...me.
As I said, it soothes me.
