We are alive
People say that humans are nothing but stardust. Stardust trapped in the most intricate of all forms, given shape to, molded into the most beautiful ways known, the brilliance working on us being the most marvelous of a beauty. The creation kisses us its gifts, bestows upon us the life, making us who we are. It runs through our blood while we are alive and then when we die, it bursts into a million melodies of pain, happiness, sorrow, euphoria, every moment we lived being trapped in this stardust, so when we die it sets itself free back to the stars, echoing through eternity, 'We are alive'.
When someone dear to us dies, we feel the sudden angst of bereavement take over us. It is not just the pain of losing someone that haunts our memories and throws us into pain, it is the loss of social bonding with that person that makes us feel being eaten away, the loss of their warm touch, the loss of their voice like a phantom limb stays with us rotting us to the core.
Pain hits us at times we least expect it, but it hits us harder when we are recovering from it. It creeps into us, shakes us to the marrows, grips us at our most vulnerable places and destroys us from within. It dissolves us into the darkness, into the oblivion, our voices dying into the chaos of wandering multitudes of tortured, muffled screams. Dying is not the ultimate punishment, it is being in pain.
The greatest mistake of our lives is loving someone, and yet it is the most beautiful thing we can ever do. So, when they leave, dont look at the loss of their presence, look at the memories they leave behind, dont look at the emptiness of their hollow in your life, hear them breathing right to us through open doors, embracing us into a far distant tranquility, the calmness, the peace of it, thats where we will find them alive once again beckoning to us, 'We are alive'.
Death is not the most ultimate phase of our lives, what we call death is merely the cessation of physical existence, life goes on, far beyond it, stretching its wings to the twisted senses of infinity or maybe even beyond. It lingers into the horizons gazing at the differences we make in the paths of the people we meet, it lives in the art, poetry, stories, paintings and portraits we compose to the musings of our friends, our families, our well-wishers and even our enemies.
Visit your departed beloved and you can hear them saying right through the tombstones, pointing into the infinity of the stars telling you to look at them, asking you to acknowledge their presence and then peek into your mind, you can see all the memories flash by in a single streak of an impulse, you can hear even the faintest of their whisper, asking you to hear closely at the melody of their life saying, 'We are alive'.
So, when one dies, dont cry, dont feel lost, embrace the pain and accept it saying, its alright, learn to live with it but more importantly, feel their presence as they echo deep into you, 'We are alive'.