Death Is Peaceful, Life Is Harder

Hello Readers,

Life is pleasant, death is peaceful. It’s the transition that’s troublesome, that bit in between, but in the end, death is inevitable.

No one really knows why they are alive or for what reason until they know what or who they would willingly die for. Some people find their true purpose whilst many waste their whole time here on this Earth doing very little and accomplishing nothing. Some are more privileged than others, some more talented, but ultimately it all comes down to choices how we spent our time and what we do with ourselves. We are who we think and we become what we think about, but none of us get out of this place alive. There is no escape. We are all born in the same way, but we all die differently. What is meant for us will not go past us.

For some people death is but the next great adventure. Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to try to make the most of every opportunity and look back with satisfaction. Ideally, when your moment comes, they shouldn’t be able to wipe the smile off your face.

Certain things we lose have a way of coming back to us if they ever belonged to us in the first place. Death only ends a life, not a relationship, as our love and memories live on into eternity.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source or keep it alive. It dies of blindness, betrayal, errors and negligence . It dies of illness, wounds and of weariness. It perishes of witherings and of a tarnished soul.

We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet on a marble slab, never to wake up and smell the coffee or the roses again, and yet it is always a surprise when death happens as we are overcome by the darkness of inconsolable woe, grief and sorrow.

When someone you love dies unexpectedly, you don’t lose them all at once, you slowly lose some of the pieces over a long period time. Suddenly it’s the little things like the phone no longer rings, the way the mail stops coming, and their scent fades from the pillows, even from the clothes in their closet and drawers. Then one day, without any warning something causes you to feel so terribly emotionally overwhelmed with so many memories and emotions flooding your mind and whirling around inside you, weeping incessantly.

The truest end to life is to know that life never ends and most of the things we spend our lives chasing were never really worth it. All that matters and lives on through eternity is love and the knowledge that one day we will be reunited with our nearest and dearest.

‘Life is for the living.

Death is for the dead.

Let life be like music.

And death a note unsaid.

There is a place in the heart that

will never be filled’

When I am dead, my dearest,

Sing no sad songs for me;

Plant thou no roses at my head,

Nor shady cypress tree:

Be the green grass above me

With showers and dewdrops wet;

And if thou wilt, remember,

And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,

I shall not feel the rain;

I shall not hear the nightingale

Sing on, as if in pain:

And dreaming through the twilight

That doth not rise nor set,

Haply I may remember,

And haply may forget

Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone’

Love and light,

Linda and the Lulas xxx