A week ago, there was my supplier who died. This got me thinking (again) about death. Death haunts and pick up every living creature. Animals, plants and humans, all of them must die. Only when it's time no one knows.
What's in death? Why should die? As if we were born only to die. So if the end is death, for what life is? Live to die then? To live or die?
There's death and also life. These two things always go hand in hand. At some point I will surely die, but what I do on the way to death? Did I give happiness to people around me? For my family, for my friends and even for people who do not know but I am constantly in touch with them? Are they happy when I was still alive and there? Are they'll take me until my last resort?
There is no life without death, and no death without life. Dead seeds in the soil to grow new shoots and new plants. He died to foster a new life. Bud will become a lush trees and will become home to thousands of birds nest and lay eggs and provide shelter and warmth for their children.
Would I create a new life and be useful to others when I'm dead. If yes, why should I be afraid of death? If not why I did not start from now? So when I die there will be new and useful life for others. Not the legacy I want to give, but life for anyone who felt the death, that's what I want to give.
People who are still alive but do not have a purpose in life, just the same as those who died. All men must die, so what? But what I want to do before I die, that's what matters ...
Give to someone else's life. Let them feel the beauty of life. Do not give out death to others, because without given any, they would die. So the more important will seek a better life for me, friends, family, even people who hate me than I have to make them think what if I die ...
Let them think what they want, yet I can not hold back their thoughts. But if I gave birth to a life that matters. Also where I want to take this life? Do not be pointing at people. Point yourself to this.
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