The following is a guest post by my very awesome friend Shaam-pot. He's really fun and he likes almost the same stuff I do, so you'll get along well with him.
Hey there!
I’m Shaam, as
Shaha has introduced me. I’m sure you have heard a lot of good things about me…
all of which is true. (Yes, modesty has never been my strongest suit, I guess.
Haha!)
Anyway, I’m
sorry I’m about to make the cheery, love-able and wonderful blog that is Diary
Girl, a bit dark and somber. But I feel like I should talk about this now,
because this may be a good time as any, to talk about it.
What is the
only thing we are definitely sure of in our lives? What is that
incomprehensible, unavoidable, inevitable denominator in every living thing in
this world? For some, it may very well be obvious. For others, it may take a
few seconds or even minutes to register what it is.
Still not sure of what it is?
It’s the fact
that we will all die; everything living has an expiration date. I don’t blame
the people who didn't get what it was as promptly as others, because I was one
of those people too. The fact that I will die has been shoved so back in my mind
that I often pretend like it won’t happen to me. Sometimes, we often think of
death in a third person perspective – like it won’t ever happen to us. Sure, we
say that we all will die, but deep inside, you don’t believe it would happen to
you.
Why is it
though? Why do we do our best to push it to the back of our minds, and pretend
like it isn't there? And if you somehow come across the thought of you dying,
why do you do your best to not think about it? Why are we so afraid of death?
Is it because
you are unsure of what lies ahead, despite your religious and spiritual beliefs?
Is it because death could be painful? Or is it because you have so much to
lose?
I don’t know
about you, but often, I lie awake in my bed at night, just before I fall asleep
and think about where my life is going; and this one time, I lay awake for
about an hour or so, thinking about my whole life, and what it has meant so
far. I thought about all of the people I have met, the things I have done, the
things I failed to do, and the people I have pushed away from my life. Mind
you, those days were kind of hard for me, so all the good, the bad and the
really bad came flooding like the crashing of a dam. While the memories flooded
my brain one by one like some sort of sordid slide show, it then concluded to a
question; a single question which made me shudder;
Will I be
remembered?
Have I made a
lasting impression on anyone in my life? What will I leave behind in this world
when I die?
At that
moment, I couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency in myself. I began making
amendments in my life the next day; talking to that ex-girlfriend who I stopped
talking to, apologizing to a friend I've abandoned over some silly
misunderstanding, and other things (I can’t write them on here. Sorry).
Thinking back
to that day, I wonder why the question of me being remembered was so profound.
I now realize that it is because I had so much to lose, because I have not
given any of myself away, if that makes any sense. My mind, body and soul were
never shared with anyone in any meaningful way, that I was scared I would die
before I got to do that.
I’m not
speaking of love. I’m speaking in a broader sense, of offering myself to the
universe and being one with it. Making sure I’m not just a passer-by. I need to
make it meaningful – every moment, every breath. I for sure, do not want to be forgotten when
I die.
But then
again, it is so hard to make everything meaningful in life. It gets tiring and
exhausting to be in a constant state of appreciation, doesn't it? Because let’s
face it, life is not always an enjoyable ride. The heartbreaks, the failures,
the loss often take a toll on you, doesn't it?
Which is why
we need to take that thought of death, from the back of our minds; we need to
rummage behind those figurative shelves of memories, and take that thought out,
dust it off, and place it somewhere we can reach it. Because, I believe thinking
about death shouldn't always a somber affair. It can be a reality check, which
brings your life into perspective. Because when you think about your death, you
begin to see the larger, broader picture of your life, and begin to see what is
really important. You realize your time is limited, and the limited time you
have should not be wasted on momentary bumps along the ride. And when you see
that end of the ride, you want to make everything right before you leave.
I sound like
I have found the meaning of life, don’t I? But to tell you the truth, I am
nowhere near finding it, and I don’t think I will find it anywhere near in
time. I constantly forget about death, and neglect my life in more ways than
one. I suppose we all struggle to find the answers to the crucial questions; what
is the meaning of life? Why are we here? What am I supposed to do? And I think
our lives are a constant journey to find the answers to those questions.
I think each
individual’s meaning of their life is different from the other. It all depends
on what we do with our lives, I guess. But one thing is certain in life,
perhaps a little more so than our death;
We all want
meaning.