Death

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"'Death' serves as a poignant reminder of how precious this life truly is." Does it not seem paradoxical? How can something as sorrowful and final as death be deemed beautiful? How can we associate beauty with something as painful as death? How can we call beautiful that which robs us of our loved ones, their cherished laughter, and the stories we shared? For death, at its mention, evokes grief, despair, and an indescribable void. Yet, within this sorrow lies a profound revelation— that we are still alive, and this life is immensely precious. Death is not merely an end. It is a mirror, reflecting the value of every moment we live. In its strange way, death reminds us that this life, this body, is not eternal. It awakens us from the distractions and routines of existence, compelling us to see life through a different lens. We spend our lives running—chasing work, responsibilities, desires. We pursue deadlines, harbor grudges, and forget to say "I love you" to our beloved, our spouse, our children. In this rush, we forget that the count of our breaths may cease at any moment. We have no assurance of the next instant, the next breath. We make plans for tomorrow, the day after, the next month, the next year. But death declares: "That day is promised to no one." Death is not an end, but a reminder— that life is fleeting, and therein lies its beauty. We postpone so much: "I’ll say it someday," "I’ll meet them later," "I’ll make time next month." But death whispers: "You may not have tomorrow, nor even the next breath. Live fully in what you have now." When we lose someone dear, we become more sensitive. We lament that we did not have the chance to show them our love. In the wake of loss, in the silence of absence, we truly grasp the depth of our bonds. In that quiet, we hear the loudest echoes of love, and those who remain become even more precious to us. Have you ever noticed? When you’ve lost someone close, in the stillness that follows, have you felt a new understanding? Has it deepened your appreciation for those still with you? Has it sparked a desire to live more honestly, more meaningfully? This is the glimpse of beauty that death reveals. When we realize how fragile life is, only then do we truly begin to live. In the shadow of death, we see the radiance of life; in sorrow, we find beauty; in loss, wisdom. Death strips away what is unimportant. It removes the mask of ego, the illusion of control. It shows us what truly matters: not circumstances, not possessions, not the number of followers, likes, or accolades. Only moments—simple, beautiful moments. Wealth, prestige, social media likes—these are ephemeral. But the meal prepared by a mother’s hands, the embrace of a father, the playful banter of siblings, the love-laced teasing of friends, the laughter of a child, the shy smile of a beloved— these are the true treasures. Be fully present where you are. Laugh heartily, say "I love you" without hesitation, and remember that in forgiving others, you free your own heart. Yes, death is painful, yet it reminds us to hold our loved ones close, to speak tender words, to forgive a little sooner, and to live fully. We cannot halt death. But we can honor the life we are given. We can choose gratitude each morning. We can transform ordinary moments into everlasting memories. We can live in such a way that when our time comes, we leave behind not regrets, but love. Fill every breath with gratitude. Make every day meaningful. Begin to cherish each fleeting second of this magical, mysterious gift called life. Live so that, even after you are gone, your love, your energy, your memory endures in the hearts of others. For in the end, death is not a conclusion, but a beautiful reminder that gives life its fullest meaning. --- Vikram Arne.