Death is not an antonym of birth. It cannot be. Birth is a beginning, death is not the end. Birth is a realization of a thought, so is death. Birth is an event, death is a grander one . Birth is the beginning of life as we know it, death is the beginning of life as we would have liked it.Chores and mundane things in life are so prevalent that we sometimes forget we are breathing. Is it the air of freedom? does it have the fragrance of future? Does it have the mellows of the past? Or is it something we just do to survive?
We are scared to breathe the spring. We are scared of the goosebumps of fulfillment. We are scared... to dare. To dare to be happy, to dare to be different than what every day expects from us. We are scared to think anything else but our plan for future. Alas, life is not subservient to our whims. Ah! whims, those we comfortably ignore to risk life as it is.
Death emboldens us to do just that, to take risks. Death frees life from shackles of security. Death makes us live each moment as much it deserves and to treat every person of what he is worthy of. Death teaches us to live for ourselves, it teaches us that true value of love is in giving it generously. It frees us from the pain of the need to have it. Death brings out the true spirit of love - self-gratification.
Death brings about people in a new panorama where the emotions of apathy, regret, guilt and rage melt down to show their naked feelings. Death brings to surface the frozen love lying at the bottom of the heart. Death kills and saves at the same time.
Just as birth is painful, so is death. Just as birth propels a baby from the security of womb to the world galore, so does death frees us from security of life. Its a process of growth which need not be mourned for. To mourn for a person who lived life so ecstatically is blasphemous to the deceased and to the creator himself. To demean death is to demean birth, to demean life. Its a day to celebrate that crossed us from list of the half-alive.
Those who cry,
Cry for selves,
For me cry not thou,
to bliss am off
to a novel life
