Why am I so occupied with my death?
This keeps me focused on the only true reality of our existence - death. I am being preached that eternal life is only after death. If it is true, life and death are two faces of the same coin and exist side by side as alternate realities. You can't pick one and ignore the other. Actually we do ignore death while we are alive. There was a time I used to feel that it will happen to everyone except me. Much later in my life it occurred to me that I too will die one day. I panicked. I didn't know what to do. Since there is little I could do to avoid death, I thought why not get ready for it.
How am I preparing for my death?
Good question. I spent lots of time thinking how to go about it. Finally, I said to myself that I don't want anything on my conscious or in my suitcase. It is easy to give away the content of your bag and cupboards. It is a different thing to get a load off your conscious.
I am not a deeply religious person. I am never overly occupied with the thought of meeting my maker. I have lots of reasons to live for and none to die. Having said that since death is a given I am only thinking of being ready for it.
Very much like in going on a trip, I am preparing to lose lots of things I bought when I was preparing to be here forever. It is very exciting to see your life go by in front of your eyes when you pick up and discard things that once you thought were possessions that you wouldn't want to part with. Now it is easy. You begin to wonder what were you thinking when you bought those in the first place.
Nothing is sacred. Nothing goes with you six feet deep in the ground. Nothing lasts forever. Trash bags get filled. You feel light. Ready to fly.
