Love Death Theory

(Love Death Theory)
As I procrastinated the drafting process of the thoughts I have been getting since yesterday, I was continuously wondering about the origin of my thoughts, thoughts of death. Death is a difficult phenomenon to handle, at times the effects are excruciating (with the exceptions of those cold blooded psycho killers) on the person who witnesses it. Death is considered as the pit stop for the spiritual ones, who believe this journey is far more than what we assume it to be. Its obscure for people who do not believe or rather cannot believe the mystifying aftermath of a death. For some, it’s just the end of a story. Everything stops once this terminal is reached. Whatever perceptions we have of death, irrespective of that, there is a common ground where every thinker and non thinker seemingly agree. The commonality associated with this freakish event is the fear, the fright of not being able to see the world again, the disappointment of never having gotten that opportunity to do that one job one always wanted to. Death is not as ugly as it seems neither it is as supposed to be that bad, what gives this touch to death is nothing but love.

The last word over there might just spring a few moans or sighs of disbelief from the readers at the first reading. I am expecting that. Love is supposed to be the most beautiful feeling that any living being possesses. Love is what defines the purpose of our life. Love is what gives us the motive to breathe without questioning the daily routine. Love is what gives us hope. Hope is what gives us the desire. The desire to love is derived from the hope to be loved which generates from the feeling of love itself. Who says love is not self seeking? It seeks a lot. It seeks love. And it is this love which fabricates those stronger than steel bonds between two beings. It is love that makes one think about oneself before others because this "oneself" is the object of love to "someone" who in turn is the object of love to the "one" in question. This is why when we sneeze hard, parents back home get desperate. And because we do not want to see them in that state of desperation, we try not to sneeze hard while talking to them on phone. Now imagine something like death in place of something so insignificant like a sneezing act. Derive the origin of fear which makes death so painful, even the entire process of death and the mere thought of it coming almost asphyxiates me totally every single time. The origin is love, because love is the only reason which can form a bond that is strong enough to intensify pain on severance. Fear would be nothing if love would have been nonexistent. Death would be nothing if fear would be nonexistent, just a thought with a practical experience!