Such a taboo thing so many places, or sad. Treated as something to be feared and fought against no matter the form it takes. To fear the inevitable is irrational and completely without reason. But also part of what defines humanity. But fear is for another long ramble.
Death is not an enemy to be fought on some battlefield. But what so very many don’t realize or want to realize is that Death comes to us often and in many MANY ways. Those of you reading that also read Tarot or Runes know how people react when death shows in a reading. It can come as the end of a relationship. It can be the loss of part of the self. Death can be there to help you end a chapter of your life, but the book isn’t finished.
Yes, Death takes and takes and never seems to be filled. But what does it take exactly? A relationship? Yes. But imagine that relationship was one where there was love but also abuse and poison. One of the chapters of your life? What if that chapter was filled with tales of being sucked into toxic, acidic places and or people. A loved one? What if that loved one was suffering?
Death takes our love, our happiness, our contentment and leaves grief and mourning in its wake. Oceans of tears and an orchestra of cries in its wake. But Death also takes pain, suffering, fear, poison, doubt and can leave something new and stronger in the place of the old.
Every single path has a version of the personification of Death. Every spiritual path states there is something beyond this existence. What I would find truly frightening? If I had to make that journey alone. So grieve. Mourn. Wail and rage and create a river with your tears. Death is painful. But so is Life. Grow with whatever passing you may face in your journey. And yes, sometimes you will get lost. Make mistakes. Take risks. Get hurt. And you will grow. And the pain will fade. Let none tell you how to or how long to grieve, but remember that eventually you must move forward. Otherwise Entropy will come and the world will continue on. It is your choice. Because one of the most difficult deaths to experience is the Death of Self. To choose to willing let what you were die and become someone stronger, someone a bit different, someone that has had a peek under that tattered hood and fears a little less.
For those reading this of a more rational and scientific bent allow me to mention a very basic law of this reality. Energy cannot be created nor destroyed, only change forms. And that would apply to the bio-electric energy that drives our minds and bodies, that forms the neurons between which knowledge and memory and personality spark. You may argue that we are those neurons, but I would counter that we are that spark. And as such we, in a way, are immortal and Death is a transitional state only.
You must be the one to choose what to believe and let that guide you.
When it’s my time (many years from now) I hope to greet Death like an old friend, and walk forward unafraid and not alone. I will go to the Hall and greet my ancestors with story and tale, to weep and to laugh. To watch over my Kin and descendants. And to make as much mischief as possible.