Emptying the heart of sentiments and leaving emotions intact was at some points the most reluctant task I had to undertake. When it came to salvaging mind stuff; that also posed a lot of trouble complying with the letting go process. Life had to intervene; making some moments feel like forever in the fire with the Burning Bush in Hazy Hell
And it is as if that was not agonizing enough, Death decided those were perfect opportunity to butt in with lessons and practises on dying as being more than when a body or parts of it conks out; this did everything except help the grope of grieving in a way that make it okay to unattach and that is going to as far back as the moment of my birth when Life sends Death as the escort leading the path of continuous hellocherio
Maybe that is why sudden death is such a blow to the soul and wake up call that even planned or inevitable departing doesn’t always seat well in the mind. Still I must admit that those opportunities to discourse the end of attachments help dissolve the need to hold on to regret and at the same time encourages me to savour every interaction. It is like commercial advertising of supplies while it lasts-only better; because even though the supply doesn’t last its quality improves with each moment of memory lived, enjoyed and appreciated remains happily ever after in the idyllic chambers of heart and mind where they are safe, undisturbed and readily available to be relived and even rebirth. That has been the best lesson Death taught me on holding on and letting go on Life’s terms thereby making living on Life’s terms more acceptable although still not unchallenging especially because I want Life to let me die on my terms
And it is as if that was not agonizing enough, Death decided those were perfect opportunity to butt in with lessons and practises on dying as being more than when a body or parts of it conks out; this did everything except help the grope of grieving in a way that make it okay to unattach and that is going to as far back as the moment of my birth when Life sends Death as the escort leading the path of continuous hellocherio
Maybe that is why sudden death is such a blow to the soul and wake up call that even planned or inevitable departing doesn’t always seat well in the mind. Still I must admit that those opportunities to discourse the end of attachments help dissolve the need to hold on to regret and at the same time encourages me to savour every interaction. It is like commercial advertising of supplies while it lasts-only better; because even though the supply doesn’t last its quality improves with each moment of memory lived, enjoyed and appreciated remains happily ever after in the idyllic chambers of heart and mind where they are safe, undisturbed and readily available to be relived and even rebirth. That has been the best lesson Death taught me on holding on and letting go on Life’s terms thereby making living on Life’s terms more acceptable although still not unchallenging especially because I want Life to let me die on my terms
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