Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Is it the End?
It's hard to think about what non religious people think about death. Do they even consider about an afterlife or is it not a priproity? Oh that's right, where you're going to spend eternity isn't important...because what could be more important than this life? More important than politics and money, education and food? It's so far away...we don't have to worry about it now! We have to have the tiem of our lives! Party and drink! Smoke and drive! What could be better than this?
But the truth is there, hidden behind millions of masks that people put on everyday, every hour...the fear of not knowing. And the truth that there is something better than the crap that happens here.
Two people that I knew past away on late sunday and early monday morning. One of them I knew fairly well and the other I only knew who she was. One of them was a total surprise, and the other was a little surprise. One seemed to pass by me, getting me to feel sorry for the people close to her, and the other was real. But the thing that connected them both- was the spirit deep effect they had. The realization that my own grandparents aren't young anymore.
And just as things change, people grow older. They get sick, their heart fails, their lungs and internal organs malfunction and proves once again, no one is perfect. The 'envitable' happens and we die. And shouldn't the important question be, where did they go?
But death is so final. I think that's why people fear it. Life seems to go on forever and then there's death. BAM! You're cut off. No one has come back from the dead two years later and told us how wonderful or horrible it is. So really, it's fear of the unknown. What happens when you die?
And that's what scares me about my family who aren't christians...and so old...that they could go at any time...and I won't be with them...and that I don't COMPLETELY know what's gonna happen to them in hell.
Sad but true...very sad.
But the truth is there, hidden behind millions of masks that people put on everyday, every hour...the fear of not knowing. And the truth that there is something better than the crap that happens here.
Two people that I knew past away on late sunday and early monday morning. One of them I knew fairly well and the other I only knew who she was. One of them was a total surprise, and the other was a little surprise. One seemed to pass by me, getting me to feel sorry for the people close to her, and the other was real. But the thing that connected them both- was the spirit deep effect they had. The realization that my own grandparents aren't young anymore.
And just as things change, people grow older. They get sick, their heart fails, their lungs and internal organs malfunction and proves once again, no one is perfect. The 'envitable' happens and we die. And shouldn't the important question be, where did they go?
But death is so final. I think that's why people fear it. Life seems to go on forever and then there's death. BAM! You're cut off. No one has come back from the dead two years later and told us how wonderful or horrible it is. So really, it's fear of the unknown. What happens when you die?
And that's what scares me about my family who aren't christians...and so old...that they could go at any time...and I won't be with them...and that I don't COMPLETELY know what's gonna happen to them in hell.
Sad but true...very sad.
