or <Meditating when you have nothing better to do>

People are born, they grow up, strive for a better life, and then, they die. It’s really that simple. But what’s beyond dying? Is there another world waiting for us, another chain of events waiting to enfold in front of our eyes; is there a divine force waiting to judge our actions when we cease to breathe air and if so, then what’s the punishment, and more importantly, what’s the reward?

Most people are afraid of dying, because they are afraid of things they don’t understand. Others think they haven’t accomplished enough things in their life and then, there are people like me who know that the life that has been given to us must end someday and that day can be any day so we better enjoy every minute of it and when the time comes to go, just fade away with a satisfied smile on our face.

We bury our beloved and we start talking about them less and less. In time, people don’t even visit their ancestor’s grave any more and the dead becomes an unknown corpse with some “interesting lines” in its epitaph or just another record in a file locked away in storage.

Let’s all be remembered! Let’s write in journals, each moment of joy, each moment of sadness, because these moments form us in the persons we are. And every one of us is special. Complexity defines every person; we are the only living creatures who recognize themselves in a mirror or in the reflection of clear water, only we can express our feelings in words and communicate in writing as well. It doesn’t matter if your writing is sloppy or the spelling’s a mess, in front of death, we’re all the same. Read your past, analyze it and figure yourself out. This way, maybe, you won’t be afraid of the grim reaper anymore…

But how can anyone cope with death? And do ghosts exist? What would it be like to be one? I wonder how would it be like to stay among the living, among those who have moved on, or who have forgotten the tender touch, the whisper of love, the moment of joy shared once with the person they promised never to forget… In the same time, how would it be staying close to persons you care for, yet being incapable of comforting them in their moments of despair…? Would the state after death be harder than life itself? We can only wonder…

I do believe answers will be revealed one day… but now I’m going back to sleep…

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