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The anxiety we put on the unknown, made us characterize death has a dark angel, but isn’t death itself the meaning of life?
If we cherished life, then maybe we should learn to love death.
Death isn’t a drama but it’s a sad event. In the other hand, the way we tend to refuse it today is tragical.
Thanks to science, we can keep many healthy souls in unhealthy bodies and some of us consider it to be merciful: I rather call it cruelty.
And if it means going against your gods, then show me those gods so I can teach them common sense.
“Science without conscience is but the ruin of the soul”
Once we are free of the fear to die or to lose a lovely on, our conscience is awake to the joy of the moment and his value. You aren’t scared, you are grateful.
I said in one of my post that we shall try to die free.
To die free is to be able to feel everything for what it is: the futile moment for a futility, a valuable moment for a priceless one.
To die free is to be able to cherish the single breath-taking and to find as much pleasure on that breath as the one you find holding your child, listening to music or shopping.
To die free is when all the illusion we accumulated throw life (being prettier, richer, powerful, attractive ) are vanished to vanity.
“To see the sun and call it a sun, is to die free”
What if the next five hours were to be your last one, what will be your first worry ?
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