Death-and-Life

Death-and-Life


An article about the inevitable


The Path




...Death is a part of living, but as I grow older the interval between the departure of loved ones becomes shorter. I grieve for the ones who have left us, at the same time wanting to make sure that I am here for their spouses and children...


Death-and-Life



I received bad news today that I had lost another dear relative. I shuddered when I realized that this is the second such incident within the last two months. Of course, death is a part of living, but as I grow older the interval between the departure of loved ones becomes shorter. I grieve for the ones who have left us, at the same time wanting to make sure that I am here for their spouses and children. Then, I started to think about me, and how when my time comes I hope my children will be alright, and how they will have support from their families. I do think -everyday- about how I must fulfill my duty that I have to my children (and, consequently, to society) to give them all the tools they need in order to lead their lives, and to teach them civic responsibility so that when they are on their own they will be happy, while functioning properly and accordingly. I love them way too much not to teach or to give them guidance. Time is precious, and it doesn't stop for anything. There are so many things I can still show the children. Life is uncertain, and despite how much and how well we think we have prepared, its outcome still turns out in a direction other than the one we expect. Still, we should prepare.


I had moments to myself today, which is quite a rare occurrence. I thought about how happy we are when we are young and have not yet acquired a lot of knowledge and experience. The more we know the more we grow weary, and this sends those of us who know too much into the land of the miseries. As a child, I dreamed of becoming many things, and in my fantasies my path was laid with beautiful and soft pink rose petals. Soon after, I realized that a dream is a dream, and in reality, rose petals are too fragile to walk upon, and that they dry up, crumble and break as I walk. Many dreams form and look as beautiful as I remember. But because they are built on clouds, they evaporate and vanish right in front of my eyes. It takes a big chunk of my precious lifetime to find what's real. Unfortunately, a reality is not as alluring as a fantasy. But it is touchable, and it's right here.


What's real is watching my children laugh and cry. What's real is sitting with my husband through happiness and hard times. What's real is checking twice whether I have turned off the coffee and to make sure that I have the house key in my bag. What's real is all and everything that is around me that I have and that I am. What's real is being prepared for all situations.


I love my family and I have one lifetime to live. My plan is to be with and for my family through thick and through thin. I will give my children all I can so that they can go out and fulfill their lives and bring happiness to their families. I plan to cherish every moment with my husband and children. My plan is to live and make it worthwhile.


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