24/03/2025
Teaching Life to Love Death
There is no scripture, no sacred text, where death is not spoken of—whispered through the words of gods, saints, sufis, and sages. Yet, we spend our lives denying its presence, pretending it is not always there, walking beside us in silent companionship. Every breath we take, every heartbeat that echoes in our chest, is shared with death, waiting patiently for its moment.
For some, death arrives like a merciful friend, offering relief from unbearable sorrow, pain, and grief. For others, it comes as a thief in the night, stealing away those who are young, radiant, and full of life—those who least expect it, yet whose fate was always written in unseen ink.
We feel the weight of our mortality when we stand among the graves, in funeral homes, in the cold silence of morgues. In those moments, we are forced to acknowledge how fragile we are, how temporary our existence truly is. Fear grips us, reminding us of our fleeting nature. But the moment we step away from those places, we slip back into illusion, believing ourselves invincible, as if death could never touch us.
Yet, I have always felt the presence of a companion who has never left my side—one who will remain with me even after my body is no longer my prison. Death is not my enemy, but my truest friend, the only certainty in this uncertain world.
Our deeds, our karmas, shape the journey of our soul. We come into this strange, unpredictable world to leave behind footprints that will outlive us. Some believe in a higher order, a divine reckoning, while others think that death is the final end, that nothing remains beyond it. Perhaps both are right. But what truly matters is how we choose to leave this world—whether we depart in peace, with a legacy of love and kindness, or vanish into the abyss, forgotten.
Life complicates death, that much is certain. But perhaps, if we stop fearing it, if we embrace its inevitability, we will finally learn what it truly means to live.
Avtar
A Death Doula