Jeudi, 28 Septembre 00:59

 It is always shocking when a person passes suddenly. Death does not choose on any basis. Nature is without mercy and takes anyone at any given time. Expecting a death seems easier on the soul because before their time ends, you can pack them up in boxes both in the mind and in the ranges of your home. But I don't think anyone is ever fully ready to accept death. They say "spend as much time as you can with them..." because then, you won't regret not doing so, like ticking off units of time before it ends. 

But I don't think so. I think in fact, as creatures of wishful thinking, we will always wish that there is or was more time; time to make up for all the boxes we never filled or even to over-saturate. The time we have or had will never be enough. Perhaps we will only accept death when we are already dead; as long as we still have any ounce of consciousness within us, our body will never cease to yearn for its ambitions that is always in relation to others, even if on the other side, the presence itself is already voided.

The only person who mourns for you is the living and by extension their own self; of expectations; of ambitions; of what could have been and what they should start making of themselves before it is too late.