Good morning people. Another day on the planet Earth. Hope you guys are doing fine.
<p dir="auto">I was thinking about my funeral the other day. How's it gonna be? Who will be there to cry? What are they gonna say about me? Will my soul be there to witness the whole incident? Is my soul going to fly? What is a soul? Does it exist? How to deal with the thought of death? Is it gonna be painful? Is there an easy and painless way to die? Is there really an afterlife or will my atoms go back where they belong? Is our body like the building blocks of atoms? Is someone playing with us? Making everything out of atoms and disassembling whenever he/she wants? Is he/she a child?<br /> <img src="https://images.hive.blog/768x0/https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/spandanlink/AJmqMeyS33HfHR4T9PTVGA18L9ewtMAYEKMVtUZQZQCPjF4WysfFYUXVD2z44PZ.png" alt="Zahed_A_soul_lifted_up_to_eternity_b6cad661-7872-4ddd-b915-b5d6be35d105.png" srcset="https://images.hive.blog/768x0/https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/spandanlink/AJmqMeyS33HfHR4T9PTVGA18L9ewtMAYEKMVtUZQZQCPjF4WysfFYUXVD2z44PZ.png 1x, https://images.hive.blog/1536x0/https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/spandanlink/AJmqMeyS33HfHR4T9PTVGA18L9ewtMAYEKMVtUZQZQCPjF4WysfFYUXVD2z44PZ.png 2x" /><br /> I imagine, when I'm dead, I will be free. I won't have to worry about my meal, sleep or anything that is required while I'm alive. I'll be able to fly anywhere in the world. I heard that I won't have a body. I'll be like smoke that cannot be seen. Maybe some dead people will show up and say 'Hello' to me. Maybe I'm gonna meet my maternal grandma who took a great care of me when I was an infant. She raised me 'till I was 12. I miss her so much. I didn’t see my maternal grandfather. Maybe I'll introduce myself to him. I'll go back all the way to thousands of years in search of my forefathers. Ask them how life was back in those days. I gonna meet pre-Socratic philosophers' soul. Walk around with Socrates, Plato, Aristotle, Xeno, Diogenes. Will have a discussion with Jesus and Mohammad (sm - pbuh). <p dir="auto">I've read a book named 'Debjan' by Bibhutibhushan Bandopadhyay back in 2018. It is about a man who is not aware that he is dead. He is looking at his corpse and seeing that everyone is lamenting for him. I don't want to go into details. You go and read the novel instead. I found it awesome for a while. But after a certain number of pages, I got bored with monotony. It gave me a different taste of his work. I love Bibhutibhushan's work. <p dir="auto">The biggest regret will be that no matter how hard I try, I won't be able to make a connection with the mortals. My warming are not gonna work on them. They won't hear my scream. My family will roam around but they are not gonna see me or hear me. I'll have to wish for their death to meet with them. How could I do that? I'll wait instead. <p dir="auto">Good Day! <pre><code>The image is created by Midjourney AI.Thoughts on Death and Afterlife
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Those are some powerful thoughts, @spandanlink! The troublesome thing about death is that we can't know it until we get there. We don't know if it will be dark or light, or if we will have any sort of consciousness. I can completely understand why some cultures believe the most important thing is to live in this moment, because so much beyond this one moment is unknowable and out of our control.
This is thought-provoking and interesting. I have always loved philosophy and conversations around the "big questions" of life.
Thank you so much for your comment.
some have told me that death is the beginning of life.
Yeah! I read that somewhere, too.
Death is one of the most certain things I can tell. So instead of finding a way to deal with it, I think we should try live out our best until it really comes. People fear death because it makes they feel regretful towards undone things, so once you try to complete them as much as possible, that fear would decrease bit by bit.
I agree, but the problem is: I never feel satisfied with the things I love. I love nature which will continue to recover no matter how bad human beings become. I love books, the mere thought that I will die without reading so many good books makes my heart ache. I have a son, I want to see him where he goes in his life. At least, I want that much time.
That is time for another practice, the feeling of "enough". You are part of the nature, you will also be part of the book which will be written for your next generations, and you are also part of your son's personality. I think we will live on (not in literal meaning) longer than we expect
Yeah! We will.
We have two categories for submission in the Inkwell: short stories and creative nonfiction. This is obviously not a short story. If you would like to submit it as creative nonfiction, please put that tag on your story and post a link under our creative nonfiction post. However, this week the prompt for this week's stories is 'travel', and this post does not seem to match that prompt.Hello @spandanlink,
Here is the link to our creative nonfiction prompt. We would be happy to receive a piece from you that fits this category.
Thank you!
Uh oh! My bad! Well, I'll keep that in mind.