Though we don't like..... we have to accept it and we have to learn from it: IT IS DEATH

THE MEANING OF DEATH

What are we when we stand in front of the mystery of reality of death?
We are limited.
We are silent.

When we are with the person in the moment of death,
- When a person breaths last noiselessly just in front of our eyes,
- When the body of the person falls down helplessly in our hands,
- When the person stops his breath even before we sense what is happening,
- Even before we rise up from the meaningless and fearful surprising questions, such as, Is everything already over? Is the life of a person completed?
- What exactly happened? What has been over? Even before we realize this unbelievable and indigestible truth,
- When all his memories pass-by, one by one, one after one, with unstoppable fastness,
- Within the few minutes of wonderful meet,
o the person who was joining us with words,
o the person who was smiling for the photos,
o the person who was sitting and watching the television with the nodding head,
- if that person slips down silent and without word,

What remains for us at the end, if not silent groaning?
What can we do at the end, if not searching for the deeper meaning of this reality?

Yes,
If we stand in front of the mystery of death, it will be clear for us:
Life and its nature
Life and its structure
Life and its journey
Life and its final destiny

In those moments of bitter experience we understand:
What it means the life and its sweetness and bitterness
The life and its tension and attention
The life and its false steps and faltering steps

Let us wake up………… another’s sleep (in death) is a waking alarm for us
Let us wake up………… another’s loss (in breath) is a regaining warning for us.
Let us wake up and walk upright, because, someone else is waiting beside us.