Recent events on HM Queen Elizabeth II's passing, can bring about thoughts of our own mortality. I remember when my mother was terminally ill, and I had my father around at the time, I knew if she didn’t survive, the focus would start to be on my own mortality.
Then when my father passed 6 years after mum passed, my thoughts went back to when I was a child, thinking my parents would be around forever. Time flies, it catches you out and we take time for granted. We take life and people for granted, we don’t think about the whole and how life works.
A deep thinker from an early age, it gets tiring after a while. Me looking back on my parents' life brought me to my own. Seeing our parents' mistakes isn't easy, but those do teach us to re-evaluate our own. Losing a loved one and seeing the pitfalls isn’t easy, then you realise you’re on your own.
But the nature of death for those left behind can be renewed if your cup's half full, with an understanding of a life lived and hope, that when you look back at their life and your experiences with them, you may learn about life.
Around spirituality, you learn that death is not final, it's simply the crossing from one life to another. The human spirit cannot diminish, it's continuing, everlasting, immortal, ongoing, timeless, and undying and they're still with you.
The way I see it, life is following us to a place where everything will make sense and come together.
That's when death slides over to kiss us. Perhaps that's when we are truly alive.
Cowardly geniuses will never admit this.
I believe that too. But I think we have to be instrumental in how we choose to live and go about our lives. Life will always make sense to those whose eyes are continually open.
Spirituality and life co-exist and death is part of that equation. It's a human failing not to admit, but it's always in our best interests if we can admit. We should.