The Beauty of Death

"Aristotle is a man, men are mortal, therefore Aristotle is mortal."

This classic case of deduction is used in different aspects of our academic life.

Definitely, not in context to us but to this man named 'Aristotle.'

It is easier to digest as an abstract concept and is applicable if you replace Aristotle's name with any other. It will still ring true.

||Before you think I have a dark demeanor, reading my philosophy notes made me think of the beauty of death.||

Death is one of those things that seem so daunting to man.

For more than 21 centuries, people have died and still are but we never get used to this idea of death.

It is so distant and seems like the scariest thought anyone could have as no one wants to die.

Sometimes literature has romanticized it. (I mean... Romeo and Juliet... sigh.) Reading between the lines, words can demonstrate how we can approach death.

Even if it is through satire.

In my phase of reading gory books, I enjoy the thrill and sometimes re-read the scenes and think to myself, 'Dang! That was insanely good,' and it cues Lorde's 'Glory and Gore'. (I am nat psychotic, I promise XD- I'll recommend them below.)

It made me wonder if we can live with death every day and I wondered what it would look like or mean to me. All I read in books, and watch on news seem like a distant reality.

I have experienced the death of loved ones and gah, it hurts!

But what if I planted a living seed of death in my conscience?

Maybe I'd be happy to die any day and wouldn't think of death as such a bad thing.

I never used to understand why philosophers seemed so stoic but I finally understand why death is such a necessary thing to embrace in everyday life.

Perhaps my love for dark humor sprung from a deeper place.

Depositing the idea of death inside me could facilitate consciousness in everyday life.

Maybe I would learn to live life wholesomely.

A thought crossed my mind on how purpose-filled my life would be if my intimacy flourished.

It would be a chance to enrich my interior reflections and be mindful of my exterior actions.

The idea of death is part of our nature as living beings, more so as mortal beings.

Waiting for the day death will remind me of my mortality or question my existence sounds like a bummer. It feels like I am not prepared for it but I'd rather die with a smile on my face.

Maybe that will make me accept my nature as a mortal being which is important.

I have been thinking a lot about self-acceptance and came across these intriguing thoughts.

Maybe it is not enough to accept my inner self, my temperaments, and my limitations.

It is equally important to also accept myself as a human being.

It can help me acquire complete awareness of my mortal state and probably change up my bucket list a little. XD Or not!

Dissociating death as something pitiful or depressing will be hard but I have to at least try.

Perhaps this can open doors to understanding what death really is.

Not as something to long for but something to live for.

I do not want to think of death as this scary thing that will swoop me off my feet.

I want to live with it, every day and hopefully increase my thirst for living life radically.

I also hope to not see it as a harbinger or as a loss of will to live but as an unavoidable fact.

Even if death is a necessary element for making life so valuable, it can equally make life worth living for everyone. Instead of living life on the edge of our survival instinct, I want to look at death as something that does not imply destruction but as an aspect befitting to my nature as a human.

In the same way, love gives meaning to pain, I'd like for death to give meaning to life and vice versa.

Nothing but cocoa love,

Sam 🌻

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Novels- as promised

1. Six of Crows series x Shadow and Bone series by Leigh Bardugo

2. My sister, the serial killer by Oyinkan Braithwaite

3. Behind closed doors by B.A Paris

4. Robert Langdon's series by Dan Brown

~Let me know your fav!