Challenge by Megha Ojha: Death
On the nights when friendly banter turns to serious discussions (about life, universe, religion), one topic that creeps up as inevitably as the phenomenon itself is DEATH. It is something we always end up talking about, even if don’t want to, even if we just had the most enjoyable day in recent history. Is it just a morbid habit of a morbid group of ours, or is it a universal icebreaker? I do not know. But we end up nattering about it just as we are bored to ‘death’ of prattling about the insignificance of our lives. It is the scene right before we pull the curtain on our day.
It is the punctuation mark that will end each and every life sentence. Will my sentence be a long or short one? Will it be explosive enough to stand out or will it be a part of the boring passage everyone skips? I do not know.
Death is the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that comes to everyone, without distinction. Sometimes it adds meaning to the life lived, sometimes… It is a rude interruption.
As I wander clueless about what to make of my own life… I wonder – What is the purpose of it all? Should there be any aim? Why must we go through this charade, oscillating between wonder and disgust, joy and grief, delight and agony? What is the purpose of it all?
Maybe, just maybe, the purpose is to live, to question, to survive, to exist. Maybe not. Maybe we are pawns in a universal game, or maybe we are just anomalies.
That is quite a lot of maybes.
I have convinced myself (for now) of life’s purpose – to LIVE …because one day, you won’t.