In the spirit of the holiday of Halloween, I wanted to turn my attention to the topic of death. Know this will be a bit darker than normal.
Death. I’ve honestly been thinking about it lately. The idea of death, what it would mean to die. Now, I’ve never seriously entertained the thought of speeding up the process; I’m too Catholic for that. I have felt, though, as if I have wanted to die. As if I wanted my existence to end, and the suffering involved with pressing on to cease. Those moments, where it seems as if I’ve already messed up too much and it’s not going to get any better from here. Where the world just looks like it’s against me, death becomes a choice.
Death is a self-involved choice, something that would be done without anyone else in mind, because the results of death effects not only but the people around you. The only reason I would do it to add a bookend to my life, to see the culmination of my life put together. I would love to attend my funeral; it’s in the way to get the review of the book that authors put on the back cover, taking who I am and compressing it into something that some that understandable. The only problem with that plan is that I would have to be alive, and you can’t have a funeral for someone who hasn’t died yet. The question stands, when do we really die. Is it when we give up on our last breath or is when we give up on our last dream. Is it when our brain stops functioning or when we stop being remembered.
Whatever happens after death is for the living. Funerals, burials, and rituals all stand to give that closure to those who are left behind. Each culture giving some credence and someway to remember those who have come before us. It’s then, on the day after Halloween, All Saints and All Souls day that we take a moment to remember all those who have perished. We all have our own way, but is something calls to be dealt with whether we like it or not.
What does death mean then, as it has no intrinsic meaning to it, it can only be given meaning. Unfortunately, the people around you can only really give you the answer. With each different belief, we can only speculate as why someone lived and died in the first place. Whether or not you believe in an afterlife or sorts, death is a very final act on show that is your life.
As of now, I can only say that death is a motivator to make sure the book of my life has a happy ending, and that it may be worth a read along the way.