Yet another night of no sleep, therefore I shall write more as I alwaus do. Tonight I’ve found myself thinking about the topic of death. In "The Illiad" Homer once stated that it is “Better to flee from death than feel its grip.” though many agree I do not. Death comes to us no matter what why flee from the inevitable. Live your life as happy as you can, but when death approaches you in your final moments do no fear him; instead rejoice at the thought that you did all you could with your life and then acceot his gentle embrace.Death is like a storm tearing away at those who cannot accept it as an inevitable future but instead view it as an optional path. Death will come no matter what, its how you face it in your final moments that define you. Go with death proud and without regret, or as a coward questioning all of your life decisions.
When death comes to me I shall great it as an old friend for he has followed me through life providing me with the loss and suffering that has helped me grow strong and become the man I am today. My goal is to leave my mark on this planet for all the generations who are to follow me. I want to bring new life into this world despite knowing that the life I bring in will also end all the same. I wish to bring smiles to the faces of all that I encounter so they too can see the joy of life before the relief of death. Many great men before me have left there marks on this world before encountering so called “tragic” deaths, yet I think they had just succeded in there purpose and accepted the end as it is.
What is beyond death I do not know. Many believe that when we die we move onto heaven, a place of no worries. No poverty, no war, no destruction, no disease, no anger, no death. But my point is without war how are we to have times of peace, without destruction how are we to create more in its place, without anger to compare it to how do we love. I do not bash or disregard the idea of heaven, I just accept that it is flawed and not the only possible outcome. Many others believe that after death there is reincarnation, this I do disagree with, we serve our purpose before we die, we would not be brought back to serve no purpose, without purpose what is life anyways. Unless we are recreated one-hundred percent and given an entirely new purpose in which case it is not reincarnation but instead recreation of which I feel differs incredibly. Some believe that when we die it ends. No more anything, no more joy, no more smiles, no more sadness, no more tears, no more anger, no more suffering. Nothingness seems to me to be the most comforting. It’s hard enough for me to survive one time through I cannot manage it again. Even in heaven I would be miserable, depression gripping at me even in the afterlife. But despite all the thought I have put into the different possibilities of post-death activities I do not wish to know the truth. It is a bridge I will willingly cross when I come to it.
Death is a friend, who relieves us from our pain and suffering. He brings our purpose to a close and leaves those willing to accept him content with there life and how they lived it. Death I shall welcome with open arms on the day he ask for me to accompony him to whatever awaits me. So this concludes a night of wiriting for a depressed insomniac. I hope you enjoyed the reading, and I hope none of this offended anybody. If it did, too late now, accept it as the past and move forward please.
Sincerely, Raymond Lee Simms III