I’m sure you’ve all thought about death.
The other night I had to walk from the bus station back to where I live, at around 2.00 am. My beloved friends offered to give me a company by picking me up from the bus station in case I may feel lonely and afraid.
That was very sweet of them, but I rejected their offer, since I didn’t want to bother them sleeping. On my way back, I thought to myself “What should I be afraid of? Being robbed? Being raped? Being murdered? or ghosts?” Sounds terrifying, right?
But somehow I wasn’t afraid of anything at all when I thought about how easterners interpret life and death. It’s actually a round circle. That’s right, a circle. We never know when our life begins and when it ends, since it’s running nonstop. Did you ever feel familiar with anyone even before getting to know him/her? Well, believe it or not, it could be that something happened in the last life. So why should I be afraid of death then? I get to be reborn again, and again.
Life and death, not actually in our hands. God decides who leaves earlier or later. So the only thing we can do is to live at this moment and make the best out of every single moment. Why worried about death when it’s not in our hands then?
