Death / Life / Rebirth / Renewal / Self-Awareness / Self-Realization / Spiritual / Spirituality

Death is my Choice

“Life asked death, ‘Why does everyone love me and hate you?’ Death responded, ‘Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth.”

~Unknown

From the moment we experience death we learn to fear it, to be afraid. We learn to fear the negative association of what death represents. Death is a reminder of our frail vulnerability, it reminds us of our humanity; but, most importantly death reminds us of the rawest element of our being – our emotions. Our association with death and dying is the feeling of loss, pain, hurt, and emptiness; however, our greatest connections is the feeling of the fear of change, the fear of the unknown.

“It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.”

~J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

It is in this fear, created from uncertainty and the unknown, that overshadows the beauty that death can conceal. Lost in our perception of death is the truth hidden in our pain and sorrow, that death is indeed an ending. However, every ending creates the opportunity for a new beginning, only in the death of something can there be the opportunity for rebirth.

The phoenix must burn to emerge.

~ Janet Fitch

For one to become anew, there most be a passing – an ending – of that which hinders the ability to alter ourselves into something greater, something more. From this place – with this thinking, death is nothing more than the acceptance of our fear; the refusal to be anything more than complacent. Fearing death within itself is choosing to die, choosing to die without exploring the possibility of what greater there may be beyond the fear – choosing to stay stagnant because of the uncertainty of the unknown.

“We stand the risk of stagnation, because you refused to take risks. So life demands risks.”

~Sunday Adelaja

Death is nothing more than a change in perspective, the willing decision to rid one’s self of that which keeps them anchored and debilitated – motionless without resolution and confined within the limited boundaries of self-produced fears.

That is what I choose, I choose death so that I can live.

~Written

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