The truth that trumps all other truths.
A truth that you can't escape.
Doesn't matter whether you accept or reject it. Who cares if you shout at it and fight it. Get mad at it. Laugh or cry at it. Beg and plead with it.
Some say accepting this truth is the only path. But even your acceptance doesn't matter.
At best, you can simply face it.
Look at it as you would: the open sea, a thunderstorm, a sunset or a meteor blazing the sky. With out any emotion. A vista that you behold after the emotion it evokes has washed over and gone. After the tears have dried up, the laughter has ceased and all thoughts have drained from your mind.
You and your mortality - are one.
Poem by Amrita Pritam
मौत से परिचित है हम
अक्सर हमारी ज़िन्दगी
उसका ज़िक्र करती रही
With death
I'm well acquainted
my life often spoke of it
ਮੌਤ ਤੋਂ ਵਾਕ਼ਫ਼ ਅਸੀਂ
ਅਕਸਰ ਇਹ ਸਾਡੀ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ
ਉਸ ਦਾ ਜ਼ਿਕਰ ਕਰਦੀ ਰਹੀ
July 10, 2013
