THE PANGS OF DEATH

Death is ever present, and  like a dark specter of doom, it hovers above and around us, waiting in the shadows to attack and devastate. It is envious of birth, which brings joy and happiness to us. Envious of our struggles down paths of thorns and roses.It follows us, breaching our defenses when and where we least expect it.

Maybe this is why some of us celebrate death and mourn the coming of new life. Maybe this is why some of us glorify death and its painful throes of the unfettered release of our souls to be free of the agonizing clutches of life.

Maybe, this why birth and new life are lamented by some, knowing of the trials, tribulations, and bumpy paths that lead us into the hands of Death Itself.

Nonetheless, whatever views and opinions we hold close to our bosoms, we still ponder upon this dilemma, trying to reconcile the beatitudes of life and death,being fully aware that death is always filled with agony and sadness.

 We are children of promises and faith. We are children of supplication and grace. We are children who strive to conquer and become victorious. We are children of science and established principles and discipline, and dogma We are children who become engrossed with the niceties of life, just to escape and foreshadow  the very shadow of Death.

We are, with constant frequency, bombarded by news and announcements of death, brought to us by the superfast highway that travels the web, which weaves through the internet, with a frenzy that is mind boggling.In the midst of all this exhaustive news bombardment, we have resigned ourselves to what has become acceptable, even though it is emotionally troubling, and continue to become entwined in the wheel of life, with little hope of being flung out of its sphere of influence. 

Are we dust, scattered in the winds of time, assuming  amoebic proportions? Are we unfathomable creatures of some unthinkable demon? Are we creatures of an all encompassing, wholesome, unknowing force that manipulates and fathoms our destiny?  Are we living beings of an all powerful architect who has made a mistake in his grand design? Or have we, ourselves, tinkled and tampered with a perfect design, to cause significant malfunction? 

We can spend lifetimes trying to find answers to these questions, while Death surrounds and embraces, waiting to strike at our deepest, innermost faculties, leaving us torn and broken.

What do we do in the face of this Tyrant? Can we escape the clutches of death? No! We have to live in the glory of life and understand, with great expectation, the inevitably of death. All of this is fine but how do we handle Death when it comes suddenly, jumping out from dark, unseen, reclusive confines? 

Many who have been endowed with profound knowledge have sought to reconcile these apparent contradictions. Do we live because we are just creatures of a chemical solution that embraces livability?  Or, do we live because we are destined to do so?

We are makers of our own destiny! We live in a couldrum of combating neutrons and atoms and must strive for balance. We must strive for a balance that ensures our survival. We must strive to understand the reality of death. We must strive to accept death and its precursor, birth!