death and its punctuality...i had hoped for more time

punctual - to do something or arrive somewhere on time. When you're never late....

When death comes i always feel a little shocked. I suppose I'm not as accustomed to death yet. Whenever someone dies that i know, i feel surprised out of respect...but i always know that it was scheduled. That it was marked down on some divine calendar. Death is one of the only constants in this world, so when it comes its never that shocking. Surely, there are exceptions and believe that this is only an opinion. But, death is a harsh word for what happens after someone passes. I believe that death is just a release. When we die, we loose the shackles that bind us to this painful and unfair world. I think that the physical forms that we have are just temporary and that when we leave them, the living must honour the deceased lives rather than mourn their deaths. Death is always on time and their is a reason for everything. Perhaps the reason for death is ending the suffering. Perhaps its reciprocity or karma. Perhaps the point of life is trying to understand the point of it all. Maybe, their is no point and we, as humans, are just over-complicating another natural act. Maybe we wont know until Death knocks on our doors....

An elder i knew is dying as i write these words and i wont cry for him. I will honour him by writing this piece in celebration of his passing. His death is the end of his suffering here. I will keep him in my thoughts and hold on to every memory i have with him. I say....Honour their lives and dint mourn their deaths. Think of death as freedom. Believe me...i do wish that death wasn't so specific, punctual and persistent, but my tears wont resurrect a thing. My pain wont give life. My mourning wont give strength. Remember their names and everything you loved about them. Never forget. Cause i wont.
beGolden
Jahmal

R.I.P...to all those who are passing from this existence and into another.