Death Is Not The End

 

Death Is Not The End

As of late two or three our friends and family passed on, and my family have been hit by misery and misfortune. I've been allowing myself to feel it however much I can, and allowing it to unite our family.

It's by all account not the only time demise has hit our friends and family as of late - beside my dad and Eva's father kicking the bucket, we've had other direct relations and companions pass on too. It can hit you pretty hard.

I've been coming to see demise contrastingly as I've been considering as a Zen understudy, and keeping in mind that it doesn't remove the anguish, I've been thinking that it is useful:

Death is Not The End:

I don't have faith in an existence in the wake of death, not in the conventional strict feeling of paradise or hellfire. However, I really do trust that what we consider as death is only a continuation of a continuous cycle.

How about we think about an apple: it is shaped from water from the apple tree's environmental factors, sugar and different materials the tree accumulates from the beginning air and daylight … so before the apple was an "apple," it was it's general surroundings.

The world met up to make an apple - dislike it just showed up from no place. The apple develops and persistently changes, and afterward falls and turns into the earth once more. There was never a beginning or end to the interaction, it was simply persistently progressing.

Everything is this way: part of a continuous cycle, without a genuine start or end. Individuals included. Truth be told, what we consider as an individual is only a piece of the continuous course of the world.

Also when an individual kicks the bucket, they aren't no more. They become the earth. They develop into apples, and mangos, and breadfruit, and water bison (what we call "carabao" in Guam).

That is only the individual's body. Their character doesn't end either - we recall them, and snicker about jokes they made, and retell their accounts, and carry on with lives propelled by them. Their heritage turns into a piece of us, of our families.

A piece of all of humankind, similarly as they were a continuation of the tradition of individuals who molded them.

The friends and family who passed on are not gone. They are within each one of us, in their children and grandchildren. In the way of life and society they assisted with forming. In the work that they did, the DNA they passed on, the soul that they ingrained.

My friends and family are in me, and I honor them with each act.