:- seeing "it" in a different spectrum

Why do we fear death when we know it is unavoidable?


'When I have fears that I may cease to be'
by John Keats (1795 - 1821)

When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charact'ry,
Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;
When I behold, upon how night's starred face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love-then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

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Death is inevitable.

Life and death is like a spinning wheel. An onwards, ongoing revelation of unpredictable happenings. We celebrate birth with joy. And yet, we weep sorrowfully for death. Similar to a water mill, the water wheel will continue to spin with the presence of water. The spinnning action will cease when there is no on-flowing of the water (the presence of drought); and that clearly resembles and reflects on the begins of our death.

The fear for death should be embraced with much sense of consolation. We should live everyday to the fullest and warmly usher the gift of our tomorrow, our future. Every day, the sight of dawn warms our heart and console us with the clear signifance of the golden words, "We have survive for another day".

Indeed, life is exceptionally short. With only 24 hours a day and 3600 seconds per hour, we have to learn (eventually) how to organise and maximise our limited time span. Have we even consider the time taken, to keep our heart and soul in absolute solitude?

And yes, death awaits us. It is lurking at every crevices of our lives. Whether you like it or not, a twisted plan of God wil land you up in the forth dimension; awaiting judgement. The balancing scales between charity and misdeed.

Embracing rationalism and applying such notion may seems to be a laborious task to some. Optimism shall be. Pessimism may be. Each of us are given the entity, the right to make such life choice. Being optimistic will get you far, but at the expense of your realism. Pessimism works the otherwise.

To all, the connotation for death is melancholic. It is a communal taboo to speak or discuss about death, even in the advanced millennium.

I tried to see death in a fantasy manner. The presence of angels descending from the heavenly dimension, and extending their petite-size arms to me, in hope to receive death in a glorious manner. I welcome their presence wholesomely. A living life is precious. Doing or engaging in things, which we derived joy and pleasure, satisfy and balance out our emotional equation on the fear of death and happiness.

So... what are you waiting for?