Another Kind of Adventure

The Rose by Amanda McBroom

“It’s the heart afraid of dying, that never learns to dance;
It’s the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance;
It’s the one who won’t be taken, who cannot seem to give;
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live.”

“But it’s not fair…” It’s the phrase we’ve all used multiple times in our lives, and although we know the automated Life response is: “Well, life isn’t fair,” we still unnervingly say, ask, think and bitch it. The last couple of days have made me start thinking about what exactly does make life fair, &then that’s when it hit me, death. Death makes life fair.

It’s a fate that no one can escape, no matter how loved, hated, rich or dirt poor… you can’t cheat death. Maybe that’s another reason why we choose to fear this unknown so much, because we know that it’s the one thing that no matter what, you just can’t avoid… it’s your shadow reminder that time waits for no one.

The reasoning behind this more-morbid-than-usual post is that my Grandfather passed away this Sunday, August 29, 2010. One day after my 20th birthday. The proximity of the day that I was born and the day he passed made me start contemplating about life and death, yin and yang. With life comes death and that’s how it’s always been, yet how come we never seem ready to say our final goodbye?

Since I was a kid, I always wondered what would happen if I died. If I killed myself, would I find myself as a single cell that then would begin mitosis and become… whatever it is that I would if reincarnation were true? Or would I find myself, born with absolutely no sense of direction, getting lost on my way to the pearly gates of Heaven?

Well, once we believed the world was flat and that we would find ourselves falling into  a dark abyss of Nothing if we sailed too far… yet we couldn’t have been more wrong. With the pitch of the sails, the adventurous found themselves in a new world, a world that was thought to never exist. Like life is an adventure, death certainly must be another kind of adventure. Maybe one even more exciting, &let’s face it – hopefully less exhausting, than the one we find ourselves in now. I guess what I’m trying to say is, death doesn’t necessarily mean Good-bye. “Change the way you look at things and the things you look at change.” Well Death, I now see you as fair, I see you natural and I see you as what will reunite me with loved ones gone before me. So before we hang up our coats and give up, know that there is something to live for after we die, so don’t be afraid.

Wendy: So, your adventures are over then?
Peter Pan: No, oh no Wendy, to live die, is an adventure.

See you on the Otherside Grandpa & give Dad a hug for me,

Sami xx


~ by colormehongkong on September 3, 2010.

One Response to “Another Kind of Adventure”

  1. a really good post, very touching

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