funeral honors

People say that death is complicatedbecause it is the end of life, because all the seconds of the living are fleeting in the breath, because the unknown terrifies us, because like a cave darkness engulfs us and tears us away from the divine. death is not easy, but it’s not even tangled. Death is a blink of an eye, a blink of light and a flash of darkness, a sweet sigh and bitter inhalation.

For the dying person, death is kind, concise and unconstrained. Death, for the one who is dying, it is nothing more than a vehicle, a transport, in an unknown direction. For the deceased, death is the solution to their doubts, health to their illnesses, the farewell seal to their letters and the end of their songs. Death is not a problem for those who find their destiny in it because after it only soft remains rocking a moderate memory.

Death is malicious and malignant to that living being because it has never felt its tender love. Death, for the one who is still awakeit is complex because it is the fulfillment of the obligation, the end of the task. Death is far away for those who read this, but it seems closer to me with every heartbeat, with every breath, with every blink.

Death is complicated because it’s foreign, it’s complicated because it’s outside, it’s cumbersome because it makes it easier for you. Death, more than just another part of life, is the whole life; Or so we want to believe. Why think that death is cruel, it solves our doubts about her true nature, saying that death is cruel eases the weight of being just a step away from it.

But death is not something, because it does not weigh. Death does not think, because it does not exist. Death does not come because it never leaves. “I would die for her!” shouted the ardent romantics, “My death will be life for the motherland!” shouted the blind, “I am not afraid of death”, whispered the condemned. Because life is not lived without knowing that it ends. It’s dangerous for that
He openly opposes her because, like a bull in a bullfight, he viciously goads an idiot who calls himself a “matador”. because death It can be given, but it is not the duty of the one who without fear and sticks the flag with his right hand grim reaper at heart victims to decide on arrival The white lady.

Death must be given a certain respect, like the monarch of an invisible kingdom. To talk about it as well as to talk about life itself, because they are compositions of the same substance. Death is life, life for universes of beings who, despite their miniature size, continue to be a part of all that is alive. Because those who respect life a lot understand death little. Who runs away from death long before he finds it. because death, unlike its namesake, is fair. Just in the treatment of all those who die, it does not discriminate according to age, religion or gender. Death, unlike lifegrabs anyone who rests in his bed on privileges, privileges, fears or medals.

He is afraid of death, he is afraid of the concept that he has no power over her, but her only sin is ignorance. because death is life inside, life sealed in a terrible seal of sadness and bitterness, but life in its purest form. He fears death because with it comes oblivion. For death is not accomplished until the memory itself is also gone.