Life, death and in between
There are people who we know from others. They are not friends but friends of friends. Though we do not get a chance to connect with these people, we feel we know them.
Someone I ‘knew’ recently left our world for his last travel. He was my age. Young, if I may say so. He left behind his wife, parents and many well wishers.
The news of his death came as a shock. Within a couple of hours, acquaintances wanted to know if this was true. Such things often turn out to be true. It was true that he was ready to come back home after a treatment and was recuperating. But as fate would have it, he could never make it back to the world. That morning, he left his family behind. Grieving. Crash carts, defibs and life support, nothing could bring him back.
A week today and my mind still goes back to his wife and her loss. This is not a new perspective but how many times are we consciously aware of the fact that our lives are so fragile? Here today and gone tomorrow. We fret over little things, curse traffic, spend time on social media admiring someone else’s life. Conveniently missing and focusing on our own lives. Not living in what they call is ‘a gift’, the present.
It’s hard to tame thoughts and this side I am finding uncanny similarities. That like them, we have a life here in Bangalore when all our folks are up North. Just the two of us in this city and how our lives revolve around each other. It’s work, home and the cycle continues. To break the pattern, we travel and explore new places. The age bracket and that we are now growing old together. Exactly how they appeared to the world.
Imagining days without the other person feels scary. A fulfilling job feels transient and a relationship is what we start depending on. Other interests, hobbies and the life beyond is easy to talk but hard to fathom without the significant other. In between life and death, we are trapped. Attached and emotionally dependent on folks we love.
Then my mind runs to if-it-were-me and would I have any regrets. May be yes and may be not. I am living a life of my choice and with the person I want. There are things I do and don’t do. I would want more time together but I don’t have a control. I can still choose how I react today on little things or how can I focus on what matters to us.
When we experience a tragedy through others, it hits home. Things that we know but choose to ignore, start looking into our eyes. This particular death has shaken me and got me closer to the reality. I don’t want to waste my time doing things that don’t matter. The trivial stuff that wouldn’t matter. All that matters is love and the time we have together. In the end, we hold memories in our hearts and it’s only fair that we make good ones.
Writing for Yeah Write #348 this week.