Cartoon by: Ariana Faith Par
Published by: Annika Howie Quizana
Date Published: November 1, 2024
Time Published: 6:55 PM
Category: Prose
Subject: Finding beauty even in passing.
How beautiful is it to die?
To have your body lie beneath earth’s soil with flowers dancing above your head, to have yourself be returned to the very place from which all life grows. The thought intrigues me; it brings me an odd sense of peace. It’s almost poetic how death is constantly framed to be life’s eternal companion—ever-present yet always ignored.
It clears out the old, leaving space for new lives to grow, as though the end of something is plainly the beginning of another.
We don’t often think of death as our companion in life’s dance. We push it aside, afraid to take a closer look. But as all things do, it holds a kind of grace in its own way, a purpose. Without it, the world would collapse into chaos, swamped with lives that are unwilling to end in dust.
There is a strange beauty to the idea that every ending creates space for a new beginning and that death is what makes life possible.
Still, no one wishes to have that fate. For all its beauty, death is the only thing we shy away from. We’re terrified merely by thought of it; we resist it, clinging to life as though the alternative is something to be avoided at all costs.
Perhaps it’s because we have not comprehended it yet, and we may never will. We have yet to find out what is beyond the flowers that surround us, the verdant soil, and the warm air that caresses us. We choose the uncertainty of life over the certainty of death, and so we cling firmly onto it with all we have.
But in the quiet moments, when I stray just a little bit from everything else, I wonder if there’s ever any freedom in accepting death’s pivotal role in our journey. To view it as not as a current to be conquered but rather as a kind force that guides us back to where we belong, to the soil, to the dance that is truly unending.
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