Dear friends, I will die today and why that's great news!

Dear me,

It’s 11pm. It’s time to die. Yes. I know we did the same thing yesterday. It’s okay, you won’t feel a thing. There will be no more worry. You won’t have any regrets about this.

No, we are not going to be jumping off a bridge. Not physical death. That comes when it comes. It’s too far to walk there at this time, anyway :).

You know what I mean. All that information you carry as of today, will be thrown away.

You know that image you have of your boss, it’s also going to be gone.

The one of your partner. Yes, that too. Of your kids, yup. The image of what other people think of you - you know? That is gone, too.

And all that attachment of what’s important. I know, I know, it’s hard. But it’s not really. The things you tell me you like and don’t like? Is it really that important?

And that which you feel you possess? My books, my furniture, my house, my car, my job. It is no longer yours to possess.

Yes, even my name. I am not my name.

Since I am dying, I don’t think it’s important at all. Attachment brings anxiety, tension, jealousy, hate, frustration, stress. Pain.

Not to forget, your beliefs. They carry no meaning after you die. They don’t exist, so why would I hold on to them. Beliefs about God, beliefs in various faiths, ideas, leaders, experts.

The idealisms, about rebirth, heaven, enlightenment. There is no-where for this idea to be stored, so it is no longer of any value.

Ah yes, along with it goes purpose, goals, expectations. No longer trapped by my continued seeking.

After all, if I were to physically die, this would automatically all come to a stop! Since I am living, then what has ended?

Hm? Whom is it that I am talking to? Are you there, dear me? It seems it no longer listens for it is no longer found...

Good night!

Love and light,

GC

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