Living like we’re dying

Living like we’re dying.

I’m pretty sure most of us have heard that phrase being thrown around. Especially during times of stress or when people give you advice.

They would say, “We should live like we’re dying because we will never know when we’re going to die.”

or

“You might not have another chance, GO LIVE LIKE YOU’RE DYING!”

But, is it right for us to live like we’re dying? Is it even possible for us to live like our lives are in a constant struggle?

That would lead to some really bad choices, wouldn’t it?

I mean, in the case of terminal illness whereby the doctor tells you that they don’t know how long you have left or that you only have X months left, wouldn’t the phrase, “Living like we’re dying” have a more legitimate reason?

However, in actual fact, even healthy people like us don’t really know how long we have left. The unexpectedness of death is just inevitable. Should we then lead our lives as if we’re dying?

Maybe there is a balance to be struck here. A balance between enjoying ourselves like it is our last and a balance of making rational decisions.

But to figure out which spectrum of ‘living’ we should be is a case-by-case basis.

Ultimately, we need to get used to the idea of death and how real it is. This does not me acclimatise ourselves, to numb ourselves of the idea of death, but instead to accept it as the inevitability of life itself, to know that it is happening and find comfort that everyone till the end of time will experience it with you.


P.S. I guess the fear of death stems from the fear of missing out (FOMO). We fear that by dying we might miss out on a lot in this world. We fear that we might leave this life without truly living, without truly experiencing the fullness and wholeness of life.

To accept that is something that I will let you ponder on.

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Nothing humbles us more…

A passing of a young life has always and will always have a profound effect on my emotions no matter who that person is.

It scares me to know that our life can be taken away from us, anytime, anywhere, at any place and if we allow that fear to grow and propagate, we will paralyse ourselves.

However,

By remembering that such a thing will happen to each and every one of us one day will humble us. It will remind us that we are not as powerful, as brave, as healthy, as intelligent, as we think we are.

For me, such an unfortunate loss constantly reminds me of how pathetic we are, how weak we are, how powerless we are in the face of Him. It reminds me of how our miserable lives are at His mercy.

A young life lost is a lesson gained for all of us who are still alive. We can learn so much from the beauty of that young life, from the way they interacted with others, the way they held trust to the will of God, the way they smile, laugh and listen as if they weren’t the ones going. There’s so much we can learn from their mannerisms, their wisdom, and even though amidst their last days, their unyielding youth.

As they move on to their next phase as a creation of God, we might ask, what happens now?

Now, we can pray, seek forgiveness, repent, and supplicate. We can be aware of who we are and what we want to achieve in this life that will never last. We can realise that dream, our dream.

Understand your purpose, be kind, be good, be humble.

 

 

Sudden, Death.

Losing someone you love suddenly is a painful thing to experience.

I just read a Facebook post where a man’s wife died (I’m unsure of the cause) on their one year anniversary of their marriage.

It felt like a spear just went through my heart when I read that. I cannot imagine how it would have felt to be the man himself.

The amount of pain of losing a soul mate, a partner that you’ve wished to live forever with, to me, is unimaginable.

Whatever it is, I was glad that the man took it in good faith, knowing that there is always a reason behind the actions of Allah SWT.

 

 

The Fall of Aleppo

I just can’t. Honestly, my heart slowly breaks apart into a million pieces as I watch these videos. I’m distraught, waking up to such terrible news, to such a massacre that we have allowed to happen on this beautiful planet.

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There was a time when I thought humanity could pull through this, could finally make a difference but I guess, it was a time that has long passed.

People die every single day but it seems that some deaths are more meaningless than others. These people do not deserve to die, these people do not deserve to be exterminated in a way that is worse than animals.

But unfortunately, we can’t do anything, can we?

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As we sit here in the comfort of our homes and as those trapped civilians huddle together in a basement somewhere, the politicians are laughing, smiling and celebrating. I’m sure they’re happy with what they have done. A massacre, an extermination.

Let’s put aside petty differences such as ideologies, race, religion and language and look into their eyes and know that they are human just like us. If you cannot empathise¬†with them on that basis, I don’t know what will.

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I guess, all we could do is pray. Pray for their safety, pray for their souls to be martyred, pray for their sins and our sins to be forgiven.

All I can see is that they did no harm but they are victims of a world where selfishness and greed thrives.

May Allah SWT help them.

Oppressed

There are many things going on around the world.

And it seems that normal people like us can’t do anything about it.

Or can we?

I honestly think that the least we could do is to bring awareness to everyone about the pains and struggle the oppressed are going through.

We need to talk about it.

We need to stop the ignorance surrounding it.

We need to educate people on it.

It needs to end here, now.

It is more than just you.

Suicide.

It is never the answer to anything.

You know who dies with you when you kill yourself?

A whole lot.

Maybe they do not physically die, but their hearts do. The hearts of your loved ones, your friends, the people who know you.

When you kill yourself, you end more than just your life, you end the hope and dreams of others. People get affected by such a tragedy. They become paralysed and experience emotional trauma.

The pain goes way deeper when you didn’t let them try to save you. When you decided to kill yourself even before they had the chance to lend a helping hand.

It is not worth it.

And suicide will never be the answer to anything.

I Had Lived

Mornings.

Ah, that period of the day where people are either still half asleep or revved up and prepared to go.

Some would rush to get their coffee fix for the day while others seem to have a natural energy that they harvested from a night’s rest.

For me, I love mornings.

I’m usually the most productive during the day. You can call me a morning person. I mean, what is so bad about mornings. The air is cool, the birds are chirping and the streets are quiet (especially on Sunday).

It is also the period of time where I’m most contemplative (evenings too!). Therefore, this morning I had this thought:

A few days ago, I was sitting through a lecture on Ageing and the lecturer said something fascinating that had been bugging my mind ever since. All of us will have to face the decision; whether we want to live a long life that is painful or a shorter one that is painless?

I mean, both have their pros and cons.

Living a longer life albeit a painful one allows you to spend more time with your loved ones, getting to know them better and cherish every single moment with them. A shorter life allows you to die much less painfully.

Yesterday, I was watching a video on TED entitled, “How to stay calm when you know you’ll be stressed?” The speaker introduced the idea of premortem whereby you think about the things that are going to happen and take steps to prevent it. This idea can be applied to the question that I had asked you above.

 

Think about what really matters to you.

For me, when my life is coming to an end, I wouldn’t want to be plugged up onto machines and be sliced apart. I feel that it would be better to go when it is time, without hesitation, especially if I know that I had lived life fully.

Thus, that is what I strive every single day. To make every second of my life worth it. To be at the end and being able to say, “I HAD LIVED.”