A Fate worse than Death…

What is worse than Death? Many of us know Death as the unavoidable void we fall in at the end of our journey. But is it really? Is it the scary dark pit at the end which scares us so much or is what really scares us is the mystery of it. We always forget that there are things worse than Death. There are things which make Death seem like the kiss of a long lost lover waiting to embrace you in her warm arms.

Pity the living, not the dead. The dead are at peace and free to roam the invisible labyrinth in the domain of Death, while the living have to toil under the harsh Sun. We walk the avenues of life filled with treacherous spikes of betrayal, rolling boulders of greed, poisonous mushrooms of pain, and the acid mist of lust. The living try to attain an illustrious goal of happiness and ease of living by running through these forest of horrors without being poisoned and pull down and losing the light at the end of the tunnel. Pity the living…

We of the living are chained to the shackles of mortality and woeful ignorance that we are scared of Death. We created the idea of God and that depending on what we do in the world of the living, we will enter into paradise after passing Death’s Doorway or maybe hell. We may join the One; there are so many ideas of what happens. Pity the living…

I pitied the man who lost his wife right in his arms. I was at a hospital for my grandfather who was having a surgery, but if you close your eyes and just drift, you can hear the mixture of the shouts of inconsolable grief of the departed and the sick with the joyous laughter and tears of the victims of life on the mend. As I walked through the hall misted with swirls of emotions, I chanced upon an open door with an influx of bustling nurses and doctors whispering in hushed tones.What I heard then was so painful… It was the strangled cry of an old man with wispy white hair clutching a limp frail old lady to his heart and rocking back and forth. His was a cry for a lost loved one who went through Death’s Doorway. Pity the living…

The fate of being alone and never finding love is a miserable existence. What is the point of living if you cannot share the limited time you have with a person you love. What is the point of life if you don’t feel the heat and the rush of love, the hard booming of your heart, the blizzard of pure passionate love that you can’t think logical. The only thing you can see is your other, your life, your world, your other part of your soul. What is the point? All they live in is a husky shell of blank blandness of emotion. I pity them, they never found something so beautiful and so much in love that you would just melt. Pity the living…

Pity the living and not the dead,
Pity the living for all they do is for naught,
Pity the living as they suffer terrible fates,
Pity the ones who have lost people to the peaceful void and feel ripped,
Pity the ones who never find love,
Pity the ones who never feel kiss of a lover,
Pity the ones who never have seen the love and trust in someone’s eyes and their soul pure and bare for you and you only,
Pity the ones who never find their part, the part that completes them, the part that is them,
Pity the ones swallowed by greed,
Pity their foolishness and ignorance,
Pity the ones inflamed by lust and vengeance,
Pity their weak willpower,
Pity the living not the dead,

Do not Pity the dead for they are at peace,
Do not Pity the dead for they have escaped the suffering of the living,
Do not Pity the dead because they are free,
Do not Pity the dead for they have broken the shackles of mortality and have gone with the rolling wind and the sigh of gales,
Do not Pity the dead for they joyously dance in the branches of trees,
Do not Pity the dead as they twirl among the flaming stars and celestial nobility,

Pity the living and not the dead,
Pity the living as they suffer,
Do not Pity the dead as they are free,
Pity the living and not the dead…

— H3retic4l_Human