Of Death, Fear And Hope - Poem by Yadonwanno Daful
"Do you fear Death? " -Davy Jones to Jack Sparrow
'Even death is not to be feared by one who has lived wisely.' -Buddha
Yet, how is it wise to not fear death: The burden of existance to some, a river of freedom to others.
She (according to The Sandman Novels) plagues man of all ages, great and meagre, we're all taken away.
But, do we live because we're afraid to die? The answer seems quite obvious at first. How can it be anything else that drives us than the fear of the unknown, the fear of what lies ahead after we perish from this worldly atmosphere? Yet, how selfish and worthless does it seem, our existance.
But herein lies the whole dilemma! It's not Death we fear! Else why would there be suicides?
It's the fear of death. Fear itself! How stupid were we to blame kind death. She who helps in continuing the cycle of life, maintaining balance, providing sweet revenge to one who wields her; Nurturing our very existance.
Fear on the other hand, has been corrupting our thoughts, hindering our endeavours, restricting our courage. But is it right to blame it? How would we have existed if we didn't have that second of fear creep unto us at the final last minute, as annoying as the timing was. It rationalised our mind, kept us sane; ALIVE!
Sometimes stemming from hindsight, Fear may have slowed down our foresight, but it's always let it burn brighter. Fear has kept believing that we should live when we ourselves didn't!
Then who is to be blamed for all this puppetry called life? 42? Who's the one who runs it all, keeps us moving forward? Gives us that teeny bit of light when we least expect it, even faking it sometimes.
A silent hidden killer, always in plain sight, always being the good one else pretending; Giving us HOPE!
Hope has always lurked at all the cornerstones of life. It gave one all th
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
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