Fairy Tales
Nobody ever dies!
They merely pass away
Becoming angels and stars.
We’ll meet again
In a future life
On a planet North of Mars.
They do not die
They merely sleep
And gently slip away.
They are up in heaven
Waiting for us
To come along to play.
There is no death.
They rest in peace
Shuffle off the coil.
Give up the ghost
Join the host
And never have to toil.
Opher – 4.5.2020
I hate these euphemisms, lies and fairy tales.
Death hurts. It’s a loss – sometimes so difficult to come to terms with.
But do we really need to sugar-coat it? It isn’t a sleep, a portal into an infinite blissful after-life. It’s an end.
Death comes. Our consciousness falls apart. We are no longer there. It is the end.
We will not meet again. It will not be a blissful reunion and ecstasy forever.
The idea seems absurd to me. It is just a defence mechanism we adopt to try to come to terms with the finality of it. Our loved ones are gone and we will never see them again.
It is so hard.
Our own death seems so unreal. But one day we will no longer exist.
The universe will go on without us until it too burns out.
Life is what we do in the moment.