Bombay girl

fear of life

The true horror of existence is not the fear of death...
But the fear of life...
It's the fear of waking up each day ...
To face the same struggles
Same disappoinments
Same pain ....
It's is the fear that nothing will every change....
That you are trapped in the cycle of suffering....where you cannot escape...
And in the fear there are desperation...
A longing for something...
To break the monotony....
To bring meaning to the endless repetition of the days ......

What do you prefer ???
To die like a good man ...
Or to live as a monster....
  Both the situation are correct according to the person who is dealing with there daily life of struggles....

Because In my way of thinking...
I believed  if you kind to the people...and to the society...may be that people will treat you as a good man...
But in todays world...
Kindness is a curse....

So where is kindness....??
It seems life has taken us to a place where we no longer value kindness as a trait....In fact, kindness has been replaced with self-importance and wanting to stay impersonal. The question is why has the world become less kind?

Is it that we no longer care about others? Do we believe kindness makes us weak? Is the lack of kindness from some global change?

The moment of truth is ...death can be kind to you.....
What are the good things about death?
A few things.

First of all, death is the great equalizer. Even if technology allows us to live for a billion years, the universe has a finite lifespan thanks to that little bastard thermodynamics. Even if you live for a billion years, when you’re ten seconds away from the point where the systems that sustain you run out of energy, you’ll still only have ten seconds left. We’re all locked in a finite reality. I’m not a fan of pious egalitarian nonsense, but this is one thing I’ll accept. Death kills everyone. Memento mori, amen!

Death is a motivator.....death is the motivation of every human being... I once thought to myself, “If I were diagnosed with cancer tomorrow, what would I do?” and the answer was, “I would write constantly and without being distracted by  love ,friends , depression,money etc” It then occurred to me that I could be diagnosed with cancer, With a sudden acute awareness of the Sword of Damocles hanging over my head, I began to take my writing more seriously. I remind myself of it every now and then....
So in the end you are all alone....no attachment of cellphones....no more talking ...no more faking...you automatically goes sideways of this world .... because...death is the only truth.....thats all....
Atleast you have that much time ...where you can share your feelings towards God ...your parents ....and your partner...what you feel inside...you can do what you love....no more bondage...and there you go......
You can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is...now...so now is the time ....

Use your life to spread love, kindness,and compassion and remember that every small act of goodness has the power to change the world...