Dreadful Death

“Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out” – Mitch Albom

Death is but a new beginning, a whole new journey towards infinity, towards a new world full of promises and uncertainty. The moment you are sold to death is the moment you are in the process of unfolding the sacred mysteries of life— the life you have spent fearing death and are now left at the mercy of another life that has just begun with your soul being trapped inside the stillness of your body, under the hood of your blurry eyes, and your deeds while you were wide awake.

But the life you were living this long is nothing but a delusion, a diplomatic delusion of a dreadful life where ignorance reigns— fools triumph over intelligence. What’s the point of celebrating life when it is destined to doom? Perhaps, it’s the fear of death that keeps us running our whole life, to evade the deadly claw of eternal darkness. But inch by inch we are approaching death, the ultimate truth of life is always lurking behind, smirking at us with every regret we recall at our leisure, tearing down a page from our life span with every sunrise or when the orange disk sets in the horizon.

Last day, I was walking through the crowd, a crowd of hard-working souls; of different ages, and different beliefs. Suddenly two lads crossed me running in the middle of the road and shouting at the vehicles to move aside— what’s this fuss about, I turned back. A tiny truck was approaching steadily with two red flags attached to its rearview mirror. The sign of death.

Slowly it got past me and there was this man wrapped in a blanket; from head to toe. The weather was soothing, a little breeze carrying all the dust on the road— perhaps the man was afraid of the dust or he doesn’t love the breeze anymore? There were a few people sitting around him, with tired eyes that emptied all the tears a moment ago are now looking at the infinity, trying to get a glimpse of a lost soul in the sky.

Suddenly, I felt the anguish of the man lying without movement, the tormenting scream of bleeding the life out reached my ears. And it hurts to feel. Soon the band will take him to his new home. He will live all alone in a pitch black rectangular hideout where others fear to land their feet. Soon his dear ones will seize his opportunity to hear the thunderclap in the rainy season, the sweet smell of ripening fruits won’t reach him during summer, and the moonlight won’t accompany him anymore.

Even, for now, his loved ones have kept the sunshine away from him— wrapped in a thick blanket, he is suffocating. But his rant won’t reach their ears anymore. He will be buried deep for that he has achieved a level of wisdom unknown to living souls and there is someone who doesn’t want to leak the meaning of this new life to others. There will be a time when we can perceive this higher meaning of life, till then it’s better the mystery remains unearthed.

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