Death is a strange thing. It’s always there, staring at us while we refuse to acknowledge its presence.

Yet, for some people death is the greatest motivation for living. Some of us, in time, become so conscious of it that we live harder, more obstinately, with more fury. Some need its constant presence to even be aware of its antithesis. Being preoccupied with death makes some people to reject all pleasures life has to offer ,all the opportunities are useless all relations fake.Mostly the fear of death is not for self but for our dear ones. The thought of losing someone dear to us wrenches our heart more than anything else.

For the greatest fear of death is always that it will pass us by. And leave us there alone. So,the enlightened ones preach aloofness while being attached because life is a continuation of our infinite journey… With no start and no end !

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