~~ Death ~~

Today lets talk about a much avoided topic "DEATH". Lets take death for example. Death is terrifying because it is so ordinary. It happens all the time. A great deal of our effort goes into avoiding it. While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die. We make extraordinary efforts to delay it and often consider its intrusion a tragic event. Yet we'd find it hard to live without it. Years, following years, steal something every day; at last they steal us from ourselves away. Death gives meaning to our lives. It gives importance and value to time. Time would become meaningless if there were too much of it. If death were indefinitely put off, the human psyche would end up, well, like the gambler in the "Twilight Zone" episode.

One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it’s worth watching. One can survive everything nowadays, except death, and live down anything, except a good reputation. We all die. The goal isn't to live forever; the goal is to create something that will live after you are gone. When I die I shall be content to vanish into nothingness.... No show, however good, could conceivably be good forever.... I do not believe in immortality, and have no desire for it. I wouldn't mind dying - it's the business of having to stay deceased that scares the shit out of me.

Morn after morn dispels the dark,
Bearing our lives away;
Absorbed in cares we fail to mark
How swift our years decay;
Some maddening draught hath drugged our souls,
In love with vital breath,
Which still the same sad chart unrolls,
Birth, aging, disease, and death…

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk.
It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
I feel no pain dear mother now,
But oh, I am so dry!
I pray, take me to a wild,
And leave me there to die…

When one by one our ties are torn,
And friend from friend is snatched forlorn;
When soul is left alone to mourn,
Oh! Then how sweet it is to die…

Name me no names for my disease,
With un-informing breath;
I tell you I am none of these,
But homesick unto death…

Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it has to come.

You can shed tears once I am gone,
Or you can smile because I have lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that I'll come back,
Or you can open your eyes and see all I have left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see me,
Or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember me only that I am gone,
Or you can cherish my memories and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
Be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what I'd want:
Smile, open your eyes, love and move on....

I was once told, A person starts dying when they stop dreaming. Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily.”

I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?" Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, "No, that's not right." Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.”

Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever.

I heard somewhere that when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody...

They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice... that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in the world to which every man has a more unassailable title than to his own life and person
Suicide is man's way of telling God, "You can't fire me - I quit."
A dying peraon needs to die, as a sleepy person needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist.

A person dies ... only a few ripples in the water prove that once he was there. And even they quickly disappear. And when they're gone, she's forgotten, without a trace, as if she'd never even existed. And that's all...