One of the most dreaded word to even pronounce is the general feel with many in large. Death is described as some loss which can never be replaced and not as a parting. Of course, this beautiful word , death has always fascinated me and keep wondering about that most celebrated moment.The game is never complete without the beginning and end with utmost fun, as much as while playing it sportingly.
When we decide to move to a new place for a livelihood from our home town, imagine someone, a friend, relative or even a stranger comes forward to offer a place exclusively for us and tells us," It is all yours as long as you wish to be here". We are indeed delighted to accept that offer and with gratitude move into that place and start living there. Over the years , we also start to treat that as our own home and keep continuing to live with all the fun, joy, sorrow, sickness,success etc.
When the time arrives for us to leave to back home, what happens?? The clock starts ticking...The one who has been clear in his mind all throughout lived totally in that place as his home and leaves totally with abundant gratitude. Probably, he is sure to throw a party to the owner and all those who had contributed to that complete living . It is a moment to celebrate with gratitude and look forward to returning back home with jubilation. But, unfortunately, if someone who had developed strong attachment to that place and people and started to wrongly consider them as his own, inevitably has to face the wrath of possessiveness and separation miserably. Then, it becomes a separation with a pang of pain. It can no longer be a time to party the parting.
This body is a place offered to us by the creator and it our duty to maintain and make use of it for the best of living and be ready to part with abundant gratitude. Awareness indeed is the greatest tool for the process to happen.
Death-ain't it a moment for celebration as much as it is for birth?