Of course people believed in souls, because how could someone who was once so full of life, now lay motionless, a mere empty shell? Where did you go? Where have they taken you to?
A lifetime passed, all the laughters and conversations made are now just memories recalled. As you wait for the last trickle of sand to land, did you think that life was brief? One moment you were experiencing life for the first time, and the next moment Death is holding the door open, waiting for you to step through it.
The wheel of life is such a weird and cruel thing, why were we born at all, if we are going to leave someday. Why give us all these things to love, if they are going to be taken away at the end of the day?
Seeing you getting older and weaker, and knowing it was just a matter of time. How cruel it is that time, the very thing that heals, is the thing that kills too.
How temporary everything is, how everyone I love will end up there, and then sooner or later, it will be my turn too. Life is brief. And in between life and death, there are so much sorrow thrusted upon us.
When I saw you on your death bed, I wished you would get better, I prayed for you to live longer, but I realized that it was a very selfish thought. You were suffering, you were in pain, and yet there I was wishing you to keep breathing while you had to fight off the pain yourself.
I hope Death was gentle on you, I hope Death gave you peace, I hope you are now resting peacefully for eternity. And when it is my time to go, will you be there to welcome me?
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| The Garden of Death by Hugo Simberg |
