Essay, Pages 2 (499 words)
Death; it’s something that is feared and hardly spoken of by others. It is used to threaten and harm; or even to protect. All of us know that it’s coming but no one seems to agree with it. As mysterious as it may be it’s quite simple: Death is the meaning of life. If you had asked me 5 years ago what my thoughts on dying were I would probably start shivering and tell you that I really didn’t want to talk about it.
I used to think that death was this horrible thing that got in the way; that it was this awful journey into eternal darkness that no one could even think about once they were there because there mind would already be long gone. Now when I look back I know I was wrong. If you really think about it Death makes life living. If all of us were here on this earth for eternity what would we be doing; what would our thought be like if we knew that we had infinity amount of time to accomplish our most precious goals.
I have a pretty good feeling that no one would be doing anything! The world would be saturated with people that walk aimlessly trying to figure out how what on earth there is to do. The fact that everyone alive today knows that there time is running out that makes them work so damn hard to get what they can while they’re still here! The way I think of it a life without death is no life at all and that the man that is immortal will , after a certain period of time, feel like he’s dead and wish it upon himself as well.
Furthermore, not a single person would want to have children; there would be no reason to create a legacy that can keep you alive if you know that you’re going to be here forever. So Death, in a way, is the ultimate motivation in life; what keeps us hard at work. At least that’s the way that I choose to look at it. Maybe there is an afterlife where we may choose to stay and rest for as long as we like or frolic in the clouds with our loved ones and ancestors. Maybe we are reborn in another dimension; invisible to our descendants and our duty is to watch over them.
It can even be argued that all of our spirits are intertwined since before we are born and that dying is a journey back to finally meet our god; and actually see our point of origin. Death is mysterious but also important. It’s what makes us love what we know won’t last and what makes us put so much effort into helping the next generation. What exactly does all of this mean? You can choose to waste the limited amount of time you have left thinking about it; but I guess I won’t know until I die.