The Real End Of Everything

“The very moment you leave your assigned body, that's the end of the character or role you've been playing.”

Yes, just like in movies, this so-called reality seems to have no difference. Many people I've been in touch with are so afraid of the word “death.” They just shush me and chant some holy names whenever this word comes out of my mouth. But unknowingly, I don’t know why I’m so into this; I want to deeply see what's hidden beyond this and that. I might get hurt, but who cares?

I've observed it many times: whenever I see a small creature at its end, it struggles for a few seconds to leave the body, and then everything becomes so silent.

Where do they go? Why the silence?
The body just lies there, unmoving, cold, pale, and powerless. Who is it that makes the body alive? Afterward, where do they vanish? No one sees, and neither do I.

People love, adore, and take very good care of those with them. The moment that silence comes, they can't help themselves and act as needed, preparing to turn that loved one into ashes. Because nobody's going to love a dead, pale, and possibly rotting mass of flesh and bones. And guess what? Some even start to fear it in the name of ghosts.

Will people be afraid of me in the same way one day, when I leave this body?

I might have to see this for myself.
The truth about fear is memory. And as long as I’m in no one’s memories, nobody will be afraid. That sounds like a great relief because I don’t want to scare anyone with the lifeless body that can’t even move itself. Our parents did a great job teaching us this fear of ghosts and dead bodies.

And for that reason, I’ve never seen one, and I can’t remember them as they seem different to me. But when it comes to birds and animals, I have seen and witnessed a lot. I feel them when they leave my embrace. For an instant, I thought, "Is this what I need?"

There’s great pain, and I don’t know if anybody is happy to leave their former self; they wish to spend a little more time. Except for those who want neither and are free from wanting—such a great joy.

Every little creature on this planet loves its own assigned body; they nurture it like eternity. As we think, we are not so different from the actors we see on TV; they play the role as long as the character is needed and leave the moment it's no longer required.

“I know I have no conscious experience of all this, but we are not unknown. That’s what I believe.”

When the movie ends, nobody calls the player by the character's name. Everyone knows who the character really is and its so-called real identity.

But in the case of a living body, when it becomes unmoving, all the possible relatives or unrelated people want nothing but to get rid of it as soon as possible, calling it unholy, dirty, etc. Whether it's turned into ashes or decomposed, it doesn't matter anymore.

“Where's the love they showed all those years or times?”

“What happened to the possessiveness they claimed as their own?”

“Why not embrace it, feel it, and love it like they used to?”

“Isn’t that the one they raised, loved, and adored?”

To my surprise, no one ever shows pure respect to the unmoving body, whether alive or dead. We humans can respect and be respected as long as we are receiving some benefit and benefiting others. After that, nobody cares. There's a hidden disgust, but it can't be shown until it's someone we don't know or aren't related to. We can't go near or touch it.

“The possessiveness never ends, but the love might.”

They forget as memories fade. That’s the real end of the character when there's no memory left to remember the person.

These thoughts make me restless every day and uninterested in everything. There's nothing left I can love or like.

I know,
“I can't love the way they want, but I can respect the way I know.”

Sometimes, I think it’s better to live in ignorance and enjoy whatever you desire, rather than being half-wounded and unable to fully recover.

No wonder why Buddha said, “Life is suffering.”

Sometimes, I am afraid to touch, and sometimes to see. My eyes hurt so much from seeing this.

I see, I am becoming speechless, not knowing what to say or write further. I can't put my thoughts together correctly, and some of them may make no sense to some people, as everything and some opinions are not accepted in our so-called society.

Many of you might disagree, dislike, or have different opinions on this, and I agree. I’m used to this, as I’ve always been silent. There’s a lot of condemnation of my thought patterns, and I can’t even help myself; it's making it so hard for me to cope with every single day.

Thousands of thoughts come every second, and I watch them all the time, fighting with themselves and trying to rise above one another just to prove themselves right. I let them do what they want because I’m tired of controlling them. I just let them be free as their own.

So feel free to share your thoughts; I can handle them.

Thank you so much for reading my meaningless and senseless error thoughts up to this point.

Just as unknown.

Thank you all.

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