In Death There's Value

A remark that stuck with me for while now is that 'You guys are lucky because you've not really experienced the loss of a close one'.

The closest person that I could think of whom I had 'lost' would probably be my grandfather, whom I was only moderately close with.

The ironic thing with death, I think, is how the person who dies suffers the least. Sure, you can die the most excruciating death (by electric chair or firing squad or electric squad or firing chair or...), and writhe in all the pain and agony, but death cuts deepest into the hearts of those who knew you, those who loved you. Emotional scars that go unnoticed and wrenching of the heart that goes on indefinitely...

But as I pondered the other day, it's only when you take a look at death that you can find value in the things that really matter. Life is so precarious, and dying is really not that hard a feat to accomplish, admittedly. Have you ever imagined yourself dead, or dying, and thinking of who would be there to see you at your deathbed? I have. I do. (I'm typing on a wooden table, :D)

When I think about the undeniable fact that life here on the mortal plane is only as long as the LORD wills it, then the implication of it is that at any and every single moment, there is a possibility of me going six feet under.

Perhaps people should think about death more. We always stop short at saying anything 'unlucky' about ourselves, and utter the famous wood phrase. But really, it is in death that the value of everything that you ever thought you had comes into examination. Money's the last thing you'd want to keep, for sure. Your car? Nope. Your three-storey terrace? Can't be buried with you. In fact, everything that you are, and have, on this world stays with this world. I'd like to not have lived and died just knowing that I had a successful business. I'd want to know that I had lived a good life of time spent investing on other people, in building relationships and in sharing hardships. I'd want to avoid taking for granted the fact that I am alive and breathing. I'd like to say, before I die, that 'it's been great knowing you guys' :)

In death there's value.

Do you see them? Do you see the things of value to you?

What matters enough to you to outshine even the consuming fire of death?