Life, Death And Afterlife

This has been one of the most thoughtful weeks of my life. So many things and revelations have happened around me lately which have compelled me to think of things which I have never thought of. Never, ever.

They say its better late than never, but now I believe that either its on time or its never. There is no scope for delayed actions. You should rather sit with your hands in your pocket, if you fail to get things done on time.

I have looked myself into the mirror and asked a simple question to the person standing infront of me. And the question was, “Justify your life. Instead of counting the miseries you have come across, have you ever done anything graceful that a bunch of people would think of you when you not around.”

You bumped into this world alone, and there is no single doubt about the fact that you would leave this world alone. And in between these two markings, your relations with this world is what that matters and it is what that is going to stay.

I would not mind having an orphan like death rather than having a bunch of losers shedding meaningless tears.

From this day, I am not going to hide stuff inside my head or heart. I shall go ahead and present my feelings to the respective ones the way they are instead of gift wrapping them because I do not want to end up standing in the sun thinking, thinking I wish I have said or done this. Because I have realized there is no scope for delayed actions.

You are not going to take anything with you once you stop breathing. No wealth, no grudges, no pain, no anger, no happiness, nothing.

No wonder I am talking about the most obvious facts existing on this planet, but the moment you realize them does change the person that reside the body of yours. And that is when you realize that you have been living a surreal life.

I have no clue what happens once you stop breathing, and I have no doubt that there isn’t anybody who would answer that question. But what you leave behind matters like hell. These are serene emotions and true feelings that cry, “How I wish….how I wish you were here today.”

If you could make atleast one person miss you or thank you after you getting wasted to ground, I guess that is when one’s life could be labelled as worth living.

This has been a week full of insights, but hate the cost at which it has come to me.


So, what do you think ?