I think a lot of people are quite worried about death, it makes it easier to believe there is life after it.
Rather than actually worried Andy, I think the majority simply avoid thinking about death. In the hustle and bustle of daily events, a person usually occupies himself with totally different subjects: what school/course to enroll in, which company to work for, what clothes are most appropriate for a night out, what to cook for dinner, how am I going to spend my weekend (and with whom); these are but some of the type of issues that we usually busy ourselves with.
Life is perceived as a routine process of such minor matters. Attempts to talk about death are always interrupted by those who do not feel comfortable hearing about it. Assuming death will come only when one grows older, one does not want to concern himself with such an
unpleasant subject. Yet it should be kept in mind that living for even one further hour is never guaranteed. Everyday, man witnesses the deaths of people around him but thinks little about the day when others will witness his own death. He never supposes that such an end is awaiting him!
You know Andy, I think the last time I thought of death as death, was about 32 years ago…, not anymore, not since then. What I’m about to share with you is much closer to the process of intellectual reasoning than it is of fiction than you might think.
Consider the time you and I were no more than a fetus curled up inside of our mother’s womb. Our only home for nine months; a dark cramped place from where we received our nourishment, warmth, and space to grow.
Suppose we could speak to the unborn child; what would we say when describing the world awaiting for it outside? We would talk to it about the clouds, the mountains, the trees and the oceans. We would talk of a spectrum of colours, smells, tastes and textures. We would mention the thunder of trains, the roaring of planes, and the speed of cars. We would describe flowers, birds and animals; a world of lush gardens, cascading rivers, valleys and plains. An enormous world of huge deserts, massive oceans and vast landscapes. A bustling world filled with noise, movement and numerous nationalities of people speaking a variety of languages
Would the little infant curled up in its mother's womb understand the message? Indeed not. The womb is the only place he knows and to imagine the outside world would be beyond his comprehension. In the same way, our life in this world is temporary and like it or not, we will have to leave it to enter the world
beyond the grave. Just because we cannot envisage or see the world of the
Barzakh, (that’s a subject for another time), does not mean that it does not exist.
So the word death for me conjures up a mental picture in my head of a movement from one place to another, the continuation of the journey that began many days/years gone by, leading to our ultimate destination where we will abide forever. The atheist might like to think we're simply traveling on a journey to absolute nothingness. I'd much rather prefer to reason that my life had a purpose and a meaning behind it instead of holding to such an attitude of, "we came from nothing by nothing for nothing"!
I'm a religious person, I often question my faith, but i really try to be a good person and often I'm not,… .
Why do you say that Andy?