“The life and death of every being in this universe always has and shall continue to have consequences of a scale much greater than we could possibly imagine.”
– Monith Sourya
We are all lost in the maze that is the mechanical clockwork of our daily life. Blinded by the illusion of duty, responsibility and deadlines we often ask ourselves the same question, in hope of finding the path to light: Is there an ulterior purpose to life? Is there a reason for us to stay persistent in our efforts of realizing our dreams? Or is it just easier, and better, to call it a life and go to sleep – a permanent one?
Alright, I admit, there’s a slight possibility that I’m being a bit too pessimistic. It’s hard to deny, however, that many of us may have seriously considered this at some point in our lives. At this tipping point, when frustration gets the better of our cool, we are convinced that the universe is conspiring against us and that we’ve had enough of this cruel world. Death looks like a much simpler option and so does the prospect of the eternal peace that we presume will follow. “Death is final.” The very thought of not having to wake up to the troubles and pressures of society gives us immense happiness. Obviously, I’m no expert on the afterlife and the consequences, but there was a time when I could assert with certainty that death is the one thing that is final in this realm. Nothing can change it or even remotely replace it. But, is it? Never was I so wrong.
It wasn’t until I lost a friend of mine to a car crash that I realized the arrogance that had once overwhelmed me. Death was not final. It will never be. The life and death of every being in this universe always has and shall continue to have consequences of a scale much greater than we could possibly imagine. The hollowness that ensues from having lost a loved one can never be filled with a replacement. The mark that we carve onto the hearts of others will never be wiped off. I still remember how my heart skipped a beat when my phone rang the other day, and the screen flashed the name of my deceased friend. The short burst of hope that surged through me as I considered the possibility of hearing her voice again; another conversation like the good old days. I still remember how I punched the wall in frustration when the realization dawned upon me that it was only a namesake and that my momentary dreams will never be fulfilled.
All the regrets of having not cared enough, of keeping secrets, of all the truths, the lies, of not having spent enough time with them. The repentance will have no end. You want to go back in time, to when you had the chance to reconcile your differences, to make amends, to make your peace with them; but the moment’s passed, and you will never get it back. It isn’t until you’ve seen death; those final precious moments when you can feel a conscious slipping away, lost to the universe, never to be found again, and you know that life will never be the same again, that you begin to truly value those around you. It isn’t until then that you truly begin to value your own life and learn to live with it. Death may be final for you. It isn’t for others. It merely is a beginning, for them to learn to survive without you. So, before you happen upon the road with drastic measures, take a moment to consider the fate of your loved ones. From your parents and friends to the roadside vendor who keeps a cup of tea ready for you every day, everyone has always felt your presence and will definitely feel your absence, on seemingly random days, years down the line. Give yourself some credit, and learn to face your problems. Learn to take hurdles head on and live life to the fullest. Play your part in the continuum of the universe. Be the best you can be and try to influence others in the best way possible. Ensure that your life is not in vain. Death will find you eventually, but strive to have no regrets when it does.
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Edited By Nikita Mandapati
Article By R. Monith Sourya