I'm writing this, because I just got aware of something, that we sometimes take time to realize . . .

This morning, I woke up to learn tragic news : someone I knew had died, hit by a car.
This person I am talking about was one of the few I thought deserved to live. . . He lived life to the fullest. He was talented, and he would exploit his talents. He was a successful student. He would make his own music. He seemed happy to be alive, which is something that not many people I know seem to be.

But now, he's not here anymore. He died stupidly. Death has no excuse here. It's not even like he had a desease, we would have probably said "he fought against it, but there was nothing to do, there is nothing to regret we all have done the maximum", it's not even like he had a miserable life, we would have said "he is happier where is is now". This time, death is really, plain ugly. A friend of mine told me "death has no limits, no boundaries, it knows no rules", and I realized how right he was.

Sometimes, we find beauty in death. Like in romantic stories, where the lovers who couldn't be together in life, are forever united in death. Sometimes, we walk in cemeteries, and we think that the peacefulness of the place is created by the omnipresence of death. But I just realized, a bit late maybe, that it's just so, so wrong. Because in one of these tombs, maybe lies someone, like this friend who died, who was young, handsome, talented, and who seemed to hold the future in his hands. And there is absolutely no beauty in this. There is just pain, and this feeling of helplessness, of anger, of rage against this death who takes those that we cherish, innocent children, or people who would never think of the day they'd die. Maybe that in this case, death couldnt accept that someone would ignore her, and prefere life instead?

The beauty of the cemeteries lies in the beauty of funerar art. In these sculptures of angels who seem to come right from heaven to bring peace to our souls. But certainely not in death itself.

Sometimes, we need a tragedy to know the real value of life. It is true that life in itself has, in my opinion, no purpose. I am not a religious person, and I don't believe that we were created for a reason. But life in itself has this beauty that death has not. When we walk in nature, when the strong odour of flowers makes us dizzy, when the air takes our pain away, it is life. When it rains, when we smell the odour of wet earth, when we see lightning wounding the sky, it is life. It is life again when we watch a sunset, with all its marvelous colours, and when we see the sun rise, and listen to the first chirping of birds. When we were children and that everything was new to us, we would still enjoy these things. When we would eat candies, or strawberries with sugar, when we would pick flowers and give them to someone we loved, a parent maybe, thinking it was the most unique of gifts, because all this was new to us. It was all beautiful to us. But with time, we get used to everything, we forget how to enjoy simple pleasures like those, and we feel bored, no matter how hard we try to go out, meet new people, have one night stands, drink alcohol, smoke, take drugs to spice up our lives, while it is all here, outside our window, free, and safe. And it is so sad that we forget all about it when we grow up. It's so sad that we can't live our life like if death could strike us at any moment.

I don't know why exactly I am writing this, I think i hope it would help someone to wake up to the beauty of life, death is so easy, while life is a fragile project we build, and that a breath could take away, and when we lose someone, it is not life's fault, it's death's. When people hurt us, then it's just that they were never meant to be our friends. When something horrible happens to us, it's not life that should be blamed, it's the circumstances, and maybe that it isn't worth fighting for something so fragile, when we meet so much pain on our way, but when you taste life in all its essence, its purity, then no matter how desperate you feel, you are happy to be here. . .

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I would like to add a note to this:
When I wrote this, I was overwhelmed and sad. Death does have beauty in it, but I can't write about it because it's a matter of a personal experience with spirituality. However, it doesnt make life less beautiful to me. I think we have to look at the bright side in everything, if we can. Sometimes, life can be plain ugly as well, but we usually tend to "oversize" our problems & forget the point of everything...

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