Departure
Wednesday prompt

Death.
An abstract, distressing, bizzare concept that I am both intrigued by and frightened of. I have never experienced near death situations that would allow me to fully eliminate skepticism regarding an after life. I have, however, experienced death and rebirth each time I reinvented and transcended my old self, so if physical death is anything like it, I will be wholeheartedly embracing it whenever it decides to kidnap my breath.
Death is perhaps nothing like my mind conveniently molds it to be or like dystopian fiction paints it to be. Perhaps its warm and fuzzy, sweet and safe, like being sucked back into a woman’s womb. Or maybe it’s painfully quick and nondescript. How can I really know for sure? I have no memory of dying, no memory of a previous life, no memory of nothing other than glimpses of wisdom beyond my life experiences, as well as glimpses of an acceptance and faith in the journey ahead that far exceed my capacity of explaining.
I would like to know, of course, more about death, but how much truth would I be able to handle? The timing is perhaps not right, for I am here now to learn about life instead of pondering for too long and too hard on death. Its inevitability is a violent grain of truth that I struggle with, but also something I am relieved about.
If eternity is more than a mental construct, then I would like to taste as much of it as I possibly can, by taking on all shapes and forms available in the cosmos. In that sense, I consider death a welcoming transition that suddenly doesn’t seem so cruel nor tragic…






