The Finality of Death

As the cloud is consumed and vanished away: so he that goes down to the grave comes up no more 

—The Holy Bible/Job

Most of us have probably already dwelled on the thought of death a handful of times so it's safe to say that this isn't a newfangled concept that we don't know much about. Although death itself is a notion most of us have a personal sentiment of I have always pondered on what it feels like.

Bliss? Frightening? Discerped?

It isn't the fear of death that gets to you, it is the fear of what comes after. The finality of death feels terrifying. For those of us who have faith in the Higher Power know that there exist a Heaven and a Hell which await you. But for those of us who don't believe in God, a Higher Power or the chain of life and karma it can be very frightening to think about what comes next.

We have been accustomed to living so much around people that most of the times it is taken for granted. Death makes you realize that you shall be cut off from this physical presence and closeness you once had formed. The realization that someone close to you might not be here tomorrow is hard to imagine... Death is so FINAL.

Sometimes when a person close to me would ever hurt me I would think to myself (and I know this is a very bad thought but mehhh) "Wouldn't life be better if they NEVER existed. Or died?" Somehow it would make me feel satisfied to know that that person wasn't living their lives content without me.

Yes, the finality of death is terrifying but only in a physical sense. The memories, you once shared can never be taken away from you no matter how hard you try. You either accept and cherish you had them or keep obsessing over how you could have done so much with the time you had.

People die. Memories don't.