Death: A Thought

Death is peace. Why should anyone say otherwise? Where does everyone's spirit of adventure and curiosity go when it comes to death? Why can't one embrace death once it comes? What if this is just the beginning, like a visual stimulation or something that is training us, preparing us for something greater. What if this is the hell that we all talk about? Death might be the answer to all our questions, all that we crave and desire for. It might give us the meaning that we are all seeking for, the meaning of our existence, of our purpose, of this thing that we call ' life ' itself. This supposed ' fear ' of death might be something that holds us back to stop ourselves from doing something reckless, to keep us in check till our time comes to wake up. And as we wake up, the death in itself is dead or ceases to exist as is said in the poem ' Death Be Not Proud '. Death is not the powerful one. We are. Death lives, or the fear of death lives only as long as we have the fear of ceasing to exist and how do we know if we cease to exist? It might just be the beginning of a greater journey. Live your life without fearing what you have no control of. Live your life without dreading what just might be your imagination.

Revival

The truth,
So hazy, so hard to find.
The breath,
So forceful, so hard not to mind.
Where have I found myself?
In this Abyss of Chaos?
What should I believe?
Grant me some relief.
For this torture is hard to bare,
And for me, this rawness is found rare.

Live! Like all are born to do.
Live! Like all were supposed to do.
Enough with all the pretences!
Gear up all the defences!
Stand straight! Head high!
And march like the warrior you are!