Death: the Contradictory of Life

We live as if we are going to remain forever

A few days ago I went to a funeral. I observed the person who had left with respect. His soul had already taken flight like a swift bird and his voice was forever silenced. The body is just silence. It is not good to always think about death, but it is good to ask God to teach us to count our days. It is not good to be constantly remembering death, on the other hand it is not good that we forget about it. I have read somewhere that “the sun and death must not be stared at.”

Well, even if we live for many years, if we count on decades, there are few. What are eighty years? Just eight decades. It is a long time for a young person who feels eternal and little time for someone who has lived for almost seven decades. But we keep living, guiding the boat forward towards the sea. Something moves us. Even though we know we are going to die, we work, check the money in the bank, we buy the butter that is running out and bake the cake in the oven. Parents continue to plan to have children, dreaming about their uncertain future. That is, we live as if we are going to remain forever. It is really a mystery.

Life should not make sense, but it does. Sometimes I think we are all crazy for living so imprecisely and it was not in vain that Shakespeare said: “How crazy are mortals”. If life is meaningless, we must make sense of it. We need to scare away the death that frightens us, we need to be enchanted by the world that consumes us and fascinates us. Even though death surrounds everything and everyone, we need to keep the tenderness intact.

And for now, it is necessary to live while life is so generously given to us.