The art of death well By Devs

Some might think that I am crazy about thinking about my death, because the world makes us believe that it is a very painful thing, but is this? I object. I feel that we should change the way we look at death. Look at death as a natural step in the life cycle, it is a launch of pain or suffering for some, while it celebrates life for others. It is part of existence, not something to fear but rather accept it gently. I imagined my death, how exactly I want to die.

My perfect death that I hope to bleed slowly, by stabbing or shooting. I will enjoy it because the snow will be beautiful although it will hurt, the cold freezing will not make me feel it. The scene will make me smile and forget, just drop an empty snow bleeding and there is snowfall.

There will be no chaos, mobilization, nor rushing only to embrace the calm winter. My mind, knowing that it is the last scene, will not focus on the pain, but on the road the sky looks when the snow falls without a wind. At that moment, I think I will feel young, but not in a bad way. Small but part of something beautiful.

People say the idea of death alone is terrifying. I do not see it in this way, there is poetry in it. To be in a very open place, still. Snow does not try to save me or take me, it is only there, and it is always falling as it was, to remind me that life continues or without me.

If death can feel this, calm, present, and strange, then it may not be the matter of fear. It may be something to meet open eyes, to see it as it is, the last one that is inevitable in the story of being alive.