Putting down the sword.

Many might not agree with me on this and even get aggravated reading this. However, putting down the sword will not mean defeat. What were we ever battling anyway?

Our bodies are certain to wither away the second we are born. It’s something we do not think of a lot because it causes sadness and anger to think of death and dying. We live in an illusion until the day comes. Some of us might not see that day coming and it just happens – instant death. A tragedy.

Yet, then I remember the luxury of knowing Ken would die. Same tragedy. Struggling for every day and battling a disease only then knowing he would have to surrender to it. Worse tragedy?

In terms of how he died, yes. It was horrid. But the luxury of being aware that the end was near was absolutely price less. We all know that we will die some day. We just ignore it and pretend we are all here forever. In fact we are all terminal. Knowing that leaving this all behind us, and living in that moment every day, is a luxury.

Of course no one wants this luxury because it is associated with a terminal disease. But just for a moment, consider it as a luxury. Prepare in peace and when the moment comes, try to gracefully put down the sword.

It’s ok to let it go. In the end we are all going to reunite one way or another. No one will judge anyone based on not having ‘won’ some ‘imaginary fight’ that we did not pick in the beginning. I strongly dislike this movement. It makes letting go so much more difficult.

Ken barely put his sword down three days before his time was up. He let it go with grace and it gave peace to those around.