Before mum passed, she told me she wasn’t scared of death but how she might die scared her. The mere thought of death can send shivers down our spine, a subject that has been taboo for far too long.
We talk about life, but we fail to talk about death in the same way, and considering death is our only surety, it’s sad that we cannot bring ourselves to talk about it.
Death is part of life’s experiences, without experiencing life to its full we’re more likely to avoid or try to postpone the experience of death. Fearing death means fearing what could in effect be our most important experience.
We should talk about death; bring it back into everyday speak. We should talk about the people we’ve lost and loved. They lived, they were part of our lives and yet we don’t talk about them either.
My own belief is that without death, life is incomplete. Life is a cycle and death is part of that. Death is a process, being born is part of the same process. We don’t remember being born, but we’re here. It’s something we’ve experienced, so we should contemplate death in the same way.
Death is inevitable. We need to understand and be comfortable with the idea and its concept. Fearing it only limits our ability to make the most of the life we have. In my twenties, death scared me half to death. Now spirituality is the closest belief system I know that allows me to understand the concepts of life and death perfectly.
In effect, we’re all spiritual beings living a spiritual experience whether we believe we are or not. Death is part of that same experience.