We are all in bondage. May be not all of us but every un-emancipated soul. We cry when a man is free at last thinking
life ends here on earth.
He is gone, she is
free. Free from the prison called body.
His spirit is free at
last from the battles of the flesh. Emotions have no more dominion neither does
hurt or pain.
He is free at last. She
has begun an unending journey. Life here is a shadow of the journey hereafter.
We cry because we are not
emancipated, at least not enough. We cry for we are conquered by the fear of
death.
Our cry is selfish, not
that we cry for the departed but for the gains we will miss and for when it
will be our turn.
Meditate always before
you go to bed, reflect on your life and the reality that it is numbered.
No one will make it out
alive for everyman has his own rapture.
One day, you will pop your clogs, don't worry.
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