End of Life!
Let's talk of death! Someone reminds me that to know how to live you've to be conscious of impending death; you've to act as if it's coming tomorrow; you've to be entirely prepared. But how do you prepare to die or rather how do we? When I think of depth of grave and kilos of strata of sand that are going to be thrown to me when I die; there is no need to harm my brother or create hatred. When I think of darkness that pervades the tomb after it's closed; there is no need not to shine one's candle with mine. When I think of heat driven back by ground and the amount of water that will drain me during rains; I can't let my neighbour suffer. When I think that one day I'll be abandoned by all; I prefer to enjoy communion when I'm alive. When I think all my relationships are cut off; I would give each one a hug and a little snuggle and probably do a kiss. When I think I'll be buried in only one outfit and probably decay within few days; why ...